No death for me?
Well, “confession’s good for the soul but bad for ther reputation,” right?
If the following lil ditty by W.H. Auden is true, then I might just never die:
“As poets have mournfully sung,
Death takes the innocent young.
The rolling in Money,
The screamingly funny
And those that are very well hung.”
OK, y’all quit snickering.
hanging my… head in shame at TMH’s Bacon Bits and Stuck on Stupid.