Shot down like a deer in the dark
lying dead, the wound soon a door
for dirt dwellers, bugs, birds and boars,
to feed on my dull, rancid carcass
my soul delves deep in the core.
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There's a thread on Facebook and all over the Internet that goes: "Shakespeare said: I always feel happy. You know why? Because I...
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"Don't worry, for $99m, I've got all the time in the world." Auctioneer and Sotheby's head of modern art Tobias Me...
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On my way to work, on one of the old stairways going down to the Loire (the one nearer the St Symphorien bridge), I came across this bab...
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