The best laid plans of mice and men go often awry.
I backward cast my eye on prospects dear.
And forward, though I cannot see, I guess and fear.
Just once I'd like a plan to actually work. I spend way too much of my life making plans and never going through with them or having them fall apart. But then, such great poetry wouldn't be written.
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But knowing a man immortalized by this words had such a feeling that we can all identify with is what for me, makes such a great writer relatable as a fellow human being.
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