unjustified griping

Right now I'm wishing that we had Labor Day over here tomorrow. (Yes, I know we had a bank holiday last Monday and thus it evens out. Common sense doesn't come into it.)

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Love Without Hope

Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher
Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter,
So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly
Singing about her head, as she rode by.

-- Robert Graves