“But the sun itself, however beneficent, generally, was less kind to Coketown than hard frost…’ ― Charles Dickens, ‘Hard Times’
Sleep escapes while thoughts lie more tangled than a 100 thread-count sheet.Satisfaction falls shorter…
Once upon a midnight breezeAs I prayed upon my kneesI heard a quaint little sneeze“Excuse me, sir, if you please,”Echoed through…
