I walked a mile with pleasure,
She chatted all the way.
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow.
And ne'er a word said she.
But,oh! The things I learned from her,
When Sorrow walked with me.
Robert Browning Hamilton
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
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