Saint Santorum needed Michigan,
But he couldn’t get enough Republicans,
“Damn it Mitt,” said the senator,
“I’m going with the Democrat electors.”
Category: Poetry
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 that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”—The New Colossus. Emma Lazarus, 1883
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[1438] Of beyond right and wrong
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing,
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.— Rumi (September 30, 1207—December 17, 1273)