Happy the man*, whose wish and care A house or an apartment bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own town. Whose routine job, whose local stores Supply his food and his attire, Whose books in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcerned’dly find Hours, days, and years slide … Continue reading Ode On Solitude (Modern Edition)
Dear paper, I have come to you again Like the faithful come to church, Or the drunkard to the tavern, Or the lover to his naked lover on the bed. I come to you rejoicing, I come to you crying, I come to you cursing, I come to you smiling, I bring with me my … Continue reading Dear Paper
Being sick has its advantages, you know, like seeing every week a playful twenty-six-year-old blue-eyed nurse. Lately I’ve made a habit of visiting the little clinic in my town to do blood tests, to exclude all infections before the doctors will let me do a lymph node biopsy. The idea was to do all tests … Continue reading Help! I’m In Love With a Nurse!
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