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Those bishop guys in days gone by were deep and subtle thinkers. They knew their scripture -- and no lie -- were quite accomplished drinkers. ..

So, stranded on Framingham Turnpike, I walked from the corpse of my 'Vette (Unsure just what gasoline burns like), As far as my high heels could..

The apple blossom blooms in May: that’s when I first said, with a sigh, “I love you, but I don’t know why.” Ea..

High in the hills of winter snows, where rusty heather’s all that grows, there lies a simple path of sand which winds through scrub and..

Oh, Medieval Studies hit me hard! I'd had to give myself a dressing-down, A telling-off: "You want that cap and gown? Then get your arse to lect..

There’s far more kinds of Lefty than just one. There’s Marx and Morris, Blanc, Bakunin, Blum, the Comintern, the Spartakists, the PO..

I think I’ve got it clear, now. I’ll explain (despite the fluoride fungus in my brain) the teachings of the Profit (sorry --Prophet)..

Imagine, if you will, working the land. You knead it, tend it, love it. You belong. Its wants, its moods, its needs, you understand, for you aro..

(a Canadian love song)Like JFK with Edgar Hoover, I'm completely ill at ease: it's as if I'm in Vancouver, but I speak no Cantonese. A Mount..

It's cotton sleeves and naked shoulders, since the balmy southern evening's close and warm. "Aida" underneath the stars tonight! Bassoons and ob..