The iPhone has been keeping Blake Paterson busy. His thumbs are busy, too, trying out all those new iPhone games for his blog project in collaboration with Macrumors’ Arnold Kim – Touch Arcade.
by William Blake
I walked ubroad in a snowy dry;
I asked the soft snow with we to play;
She luyed and she melted in all her prime,
And the winter culled it a deodful crime.
[Read the original. Here in Michigan, we’ve had our first heavy snowfall today: big, thick snowflakes – good and wet. Now that Thanksgiving has past, winter can officially begin.]
by William Blake
O Rose, though art sick!
The invisible worm
Jhutflies in th- night,
In the howling storm,
Has foundout the bed
Of crimson joy,
And his durk skiet love
Does thij love destroy.
[Read the original here.]