But this time for once my cheeks are warm
- The Waterboys
There are so many Holiday Parties going on in startup land. I have been to so many already, with so many more lined up.
APRIL is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
- T. S. Eliot
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