not even remotely amusing
Every noon as the clock hands arrive at twelve, / I want to tie the two arms together, / And walk out of the bank carrying time in bags.
-Robert Bly, poet (23 Dec 1926-2021)
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There is always something to do. There are hungry people to feed, nαked people to clothe, sick people to comfort and make well. And while I ...
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