Austerity is a pain, with you drawing the wain, but that’s the only way, after your jolly days.
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High-income economy, sans the illusion of money, some for you and me, some more for the party’s crony.
Man, come with us please! To the land of Jayavarman, with all the temples to lease!
Dear Securities Commission, your study guide sucks, full of typos and omissions, it’s worth only some muck.
Pray for a cup of coffee, Maybe for whatever fee, Pray a peek at your face, Maybe for a heart’s pace.
Saint Santorum needed Michigan, But he couldn’t get enough Republicans, “Damn it Mitt,” said the senator, “I’m going with the Democrat electors.”
Oh forlorn college days, of frustrating algorithm on silly Matlab, Did the hard work really pay? Bloomberg does it with a keyboard tab.
Oh July come quick, my patience is running low, If only I could pick, July would be now. Oh July please pace, my heart beats just for you, do I need a case, to prove need for haste?
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor […]
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing, and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. — Rumi (September 30, 1207–December 17, 1273)