It’s those changes in latitudes, changes in Lux-itudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of our running and all of our cunning
If we couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane
To slip the surly bonds, and to touch the hand of God.
Better pull in that tongue before you bite it!
Any landing you can walk away from is a good landing.
Parasailing with a hunter’s cap on a bicycle. Looks like a new fad…
the Norm Classics