Lines from two friends on Facebook just lent themselves to an impromptu haiku. Pardon all the exclamation marks, I spent a good chunk of the day in middle earth.
Oh! Gene pool martyrs!
Suicide pedestrians!
Walking perilous!
Lines from two friends on Facebook just lent themselves to an impromptu haiku. Pardon all the exclamation marks, I spent a good chunk of the day in middle earth.
Oh! Gene pool martyrs!
Suicide pedestrians!
Walking perilous!
If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.
