Pen and Paper
I am the slave,
the pen is my master.
It commands me to write,
more and more, faster and faster.
The paper is calling,
it’s screaming my name.
Why do they force me,
have they no shame?
Forced are my thoughts,
through the pen they do flow.
Who are they to coerce,
are they friends, are they foe?
I wish to stop now,
asylum I do seek.
For my hand does grow tired,
as well my mind grows weak.
But they won’t allow me to stop,
there’s no ending in sight.
They demand I continue,
so I shall… write, write, write.
Latin Terms Still Ticking Through Our Daily Lives
It’s not every day you use Latin, right? Would you believe that Latin, from ancient Rome, is referenced by almost everyone, many times a day? Have you ever heard the term “ante meridiem?” What about “post meridiem?” We reference these two terms whenever we write or say "a.m." or "p.m." a.m. (ante meridiem) means 'before midday' in Latin. It refers to the time from midnight (12:00 a.m.) up to just before noon (11:59 a.m.). p.m. (post meridiem) means "after midday,” covering the time from noon (12:00 p.m.) to just [...]
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