we must make do with scraps...

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we must make do with scraps


 flakes of sunshine in the rain

shreds of freedom in the sea breeze

crumbs of wisdom in knowledge

Dona Nobis Pacem...

peace is my drug

may it never

run short of supply

may it never

wear off

on the fence post...

Michael Leunig



the old happiness gauge
does not weather with the seasons

it has even been known to glow
in thunderstorms