As I sat down one evening All in a small cafe, A six-foot-seven waitress To me these words did say:
"I see you are a logger, Not just some common bum, For no one but a logger Stirs his coffee with his thumb."
James Stephens and/or Cisco Houston did the work for me. But I'm glad you like these.
In related news, a couple of weeks ago I was driving through Harvard Square--so obviously I'd made some poor decisions that morning--when I saw a bunch of punks/metalfaces/what-have yous, hanging out in front of Bank of America, dangerously close to traffic, and laughing together. One of them was remarkable for two things: being a pretty young woman, and having a long curly lock of hair at the front of her head while she'd shaved the back bald. She was Fortuna. I did not grab her by the hair, or anything else, as I cherish what good manners I have left, but I would have loved to know if she'd ever seen depictions of Fortune. Probably not.
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All in a small cafe,
A six-foot-seven waitress
To me these words did say:
"I see you are a logger,
Not just some common bum,
For no one but a logger
Stirs his coffee with his thumb."
James Stephens and/or Cisco Houston did the work for me. But I'm glad you like these.
In related news, a couple of weeks ago I was driving through Harvard Square--so obviously I'd made some poor decisions that morning--when I saw a bunch of punks/metalfaces/what-have yous, hanging out in front of Bank of America, dangerously close to traffic, and laughing together. One of them was remarkable for two things: being a pretty young woman, and having a long curly lock of hair at the front of her head while she'd shaved the back bald. She was Fortuna. I did not grab her by the hair, or anything else, as I cherish what good manners I have left, but I would have loved to know if she'd ever seen depictions of Fortune. Probably not.