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July 6, 2013

Dirge in Woods

A wind sways the pines,
   And below
Not a breath of wild air;
Still as the mosses that glow
On the flooring and over the lines
Of the roots here and there.
The pine-tree drops its dead;
They are quiet, as under the sea.
Overhead, overhead
Rushes life in a race,
As the clouds the clouds chase;
   And we go,
And we drop like the fruits of the tree,
   Even we,
   Even so.
by George MeredithVia neo-neocon: “I grow old, I grow old…

Posted by gerardvanderleun at July 6, 2013 12:01 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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I always thought that I would get wiser as I got older, but find it isn't true.

Admitted a 84 year old female totally sloshed with blood alcohol level 3 x legal limit. She was pushing her stroller to mall because there was no bus service on the 4th. She passed out and was brought to emerg dept. She had whiskey and beer in stroller pouch for "the trip". She was fine and will be discharged in am.

It is still about the next drink for her. Most people can't guess what medical people see. ( or military for that matter ?) I am glad you and neo have had wonderful family.

Posted by: Grace at July 6, 2013 6:30 PM

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