Come, come thou bleak December wind, and blow the dry leaves from the tree! Flash, like a love-thought, thro’me, death and take a life that wearies me.
Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
Tis a month before the month of May, and the spring comes slowly up this way.
Door Peter
Mensenmens, zoon, echtgenoot, vader, opa.
Spiritueel, echter niet religieus.
Ik hou van golf, wandelen, lezen en de natuur in veel opzichten.
Onderzoeker, nieuwsgierig, geen fan van de mainstream media (MSM).