Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind nor tide nor sea; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For lo! My own shall come to me --
by John Burroughs
Friday, May 19, 2006
A little humor...
This one has been hanging outside the door of one of our professor's office for a long time now... And even though I have seen it umpteen times, it still makes me laugh ...
