When daisies pied and violets azure And mayflowers all milky-white, When cuckoo-buds burst out first yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with your choice of pursue. My friends, the things I do admire In a good life be these, I find: The work decent, efforts spent without pain, The leisure plenty, is squandered without shame,… Continue reading A Good Life
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Motherland, A Sorrow Home
Hijacked by Fate, she brought me there. I was sired and weaned in a Motherland, where I was not suppose to be, where a new identity was given, and where a wronged story began..... In a tropic world, ruled by year-round sultry summers and visited often by typhoon and storms, I knew the palm trees… Continue reading Motherland, A Sorrow Home
The Modern Etiquette 