Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

Awake! arise! the hour is late!

Angels are knocking at thy door!

They are in haste and cannot wait,

And once departed come no more.

Awake! arise! the athlete's arm

Loses its strength by too much rest;

The fallow land, the untilled farm

Produces only weeds at best.

― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

HFF!

 

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