Books to the ceiling, books to the sky. My piles of books are a mile high. How I love them! How I need them! I'll have a long beard...
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
The Wise Old Owl
A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard: Why aren't we like that wise old bird?
~ Charles M. Schulz
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