It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want — oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Old Year..., Goodbye
My pipe is out, my glass is dry; My fire is almost ashes too; But once again,before you go, And I prepare to meet the New: Old Year! a parting word that's true, For we've been comrades, you and I --I thank God for each day of you; There! bless you now! Old Year, good-bye!