Last day my mind was in a bog.

It wasn't so hot outside, but pleasant enough to have lunch in the garden.

Hairs which have most amused me have not been in the Face or Head, but on the Back, and not in Men but Children, as I long ago observed in that Endemial Distemper of little Children in Languedock, called the Morgellons, […]

C.N.D. supporters Their ban the bomb badges beginning to rust Have scrawled 'I told you so' in the dust