Remember the poem of the naughty boy who ran away to Scotland?
There was a naughty boy,
And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see.
There he found
That the ground
Was as hard,
That a yard
Was as long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red
That lead
Was as weighty
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England.
So he stood in his shoes
And he wondered,
He wondered,
He stood in his shoes
And he wondered.
And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see.
There he found
That the ground
Was as hard,
That a yard
Was as long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red
That lead
Was as weighty
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England.
So he stood in his shoes
And he wondered,
He wondered,
He stood in his shoes
And he wondered.
Well, guess what? I'm a-feeling just as he ---in wonderment--- for things today seem just the same as they were before May 24th 2010. Dunno for how long again I can stand it.
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