Do you?
Too tired for wiki-ing my pedia... how 'bout never, is never good with you?
If you're going through Hell, keep going, Mr. Churchill said.
What doesn't kill us makes us stronger said Ernest... (how much does a Hemingway?), now he's dead
When the going gets tough, my fingernails get rough
Of gardening in heat, I've had quite enough
Pulling foxtails and gathering seeds... weed 'em and reap, then fall in a heap
Word play while birds play
Sun shines, so make hay
Plums are ripening on the front tree
Gums aren't tightening teeth working free
Growing old is not for sissies
Growing bold makes better histories
So, where ever you be, whatever you see
Go boldly where none have dared to be
Split your infinitive, write what's derivative
May not be art but it sure is a curative
Good day to all fathers
May it be worth your bother
To bring up the young-uns you know
Whether yours or the worlds, everything unfurls
So, enjoy the ride as you go
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