“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Friday, September 7, 2018
Target practice
One of the most helpful things I have learned
(about myself) is my tendency to
Jump the Gun-
But I can't stand the thought of standing still
while others take aim
and bullets fly.
Image By Ronald N. Keam (awm.gov.au) Austrailian Women's Army Service, Queensland c. 1942 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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