As we hurry away to the end, my friend,
Of this sad little farce called existence,
We are sure that the future will bring one thing,
And that is the grave in the distance.
And so when our lives run along all wrong,
And nothing seems real or certain,
We can comfort ourselves with the thought (or not)
Of that spectre behind the curtain.
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Saturday, April 29, 2006
Riddle me this
When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever. What am I?
Is it wine? Maybe?
ReplyDeleteI was thinking a grape.
ReplyDeleteYup you got it right.
ReplyDeleteIt was Wine
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