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Quote of the Moment

Pudding can't fill the emptiness inside me... but it'll help!

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Poem of the Moment

Loveliest of trees, the maple now
Is turning yellow on the bough.
It stands aong the trees of green,
All dressed up for Halloween.
Now of my three score years and ten,
Sixty will not come again.
Subtract from seventy, three score.
It means I don't have many more.
And since to look at things sublime,
Ten years is not a lot of time.
It's rather sobering for a fellow
To see the maples turning yellow.

What's funny is I remembered the original as being set in Winter, not spring...