There was an Old Man who supposed,
That the street door was partially closed;
But some very large rats,
Ate his coats and his hats,
While that futile old gentleman dozed.
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Quotes of the Day
At twilight, nature is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poets
by Carl SandburgNOW that a crimson rambler
begins to crawl over the house
of our two lives—
Now that a red curve
winds across the shingles—
Now that hands
washed in early sunrises
climb and spill scarlet