- Get busy living or get busy dying!
On the first day of christmas a buzzard on a branch. In Afghanistan, no partridge, pear tree; but my true love sent to me a card from home. I sat alone, crouched in yellow dust, and traced the grins of my kids with my thumb. Somewhere down the line, for another father, husband, brother, son, a bullet with his name on.(Carol Ann Duffy, The twelve days of christmas 2009)
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