"In the central portion of the great North American Continent there lies an arid and repulsive desert, which for many a long year served as a barrier against the advance of civilization. From the Sierra Nevada to Nebraska, and from the Yellowstone River in the north to the Colorado upon the south, is a region of desolation and silence." - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, A Study in Scarlet
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Wednesday, November 23, 2016

A Thanksgiving (or any day) Poem

I like pie.

I like that pie is round.

I like that pie is tasty.

I like pie.

Originally written Pi Day 2009.
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