I couldn’t think what to do with this so I put it here.
The cork freed from its bottle bobs Exalting on the waves Free to enjoy the tumbles and lifts, The breeze adding a spin or flip. “My philosophy must be revised”, The dancing stopper says. “This is not predestined – It must be my Free Will.”The filosophical phlotsam
26 Sunday Sep 2010
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