As I awoke, all thick and groggy,
my morning thoughts were still quite foggy.
And I considered from my bed
how I would feel if I were dead.
But at that moment it occurred,
"If I were dead, I'd not've stirred."
Alarmed with insight into life,
I snoozed the clock and hugged my wife.
For a plain, hard-working man the home is not the one tame place in the world of adventure. It is the one wild place in the world of rules and set tasks. --G.K. Chesterton
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
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