Friday, February 14, 2014

A poem for the day, sort of

Elaine and I went to the store, and on the way home we began talking about the plural forms of beefbeefs and beeves. And then this happened:

As Yeats once wrote, “There is always a phantasmagoria.” Always! Happy Valentine’s Day to all.

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