An outsider's observations on this planet and the strange behaviour of its human occupants.
Tuesday, 28 August 2012
1 July 1997)
Like puny ants, our teeth we gnash,
And rail against the thunder’s crash.
From pregnant clouds the rain it teams,
To dampen all our fragile schemes.
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