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Witch Hunt.

Once i was walking down a road next to national forest & heard a loud thrashing nearby. I was sure it was a bear. Five minutes later an armadillo walked out. Not even a big armadillo.

"Some cunning Florentine hath stuffed a doublet with bran and painted it a face, and the bran hath leaked out."

      "The Night Is Freezing Fast

The night is freezing fast,
   To-morrow comes December;
      And winterfalls of old
Are with me from the past;
   And chiefly I remember
      How Dick would hate the cold.

Fall, winter, fall; for he,
   Prompt hand and headpiece clever,
      Has woven a winter robe,
And made of earth and sea
   His overcoat for ever,
      And wears the turning globe."

      —A.E. Housman

String Quartet No. 1.