0 When the tea is brought at five o'clock And all the neat curtains are drawn with care, The little black cat with bright green eyes Is suddenly purring there. 0000000000000000 Harold Monro (1879-1932) 00000000000000000000 "Milk for the Cat"
Embrace change even if you want to run from it. Ralph Shrader
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It is easier to say what and who I'm not. — I'm not my profession — I'm not my salay — I'm not my age — I'm not my illness — I'm not my civil status So who am I? — a person just the right size and age — an untidy pedant — a conservative radical And what do I do? — weave — read — listen to music, classical preferably baroque