Because most philosophies that frown on reproduction don't survive.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Elegaic Legos

Who says the kids can't write any more? Master GTA's Seasons of Legos, in four parts is some of the finest verse I've read in a long time. An excerpt:
Summer, oh Summer, oh Summer sublime,
For Legos this is a prodigious time,
Prices and shipping go down quite a lot,
Your countenance brightens as you see the jackpot.
h/t to his proud mother and composition teacher

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