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Is This Really Meant To Make Me Feel Better On Christmas Eve? A Feel-Good Poem by Hans Magnus Enzenberger

Astronomical Sunday Sermon Speaking of our misery – hunger, war, murder etcetera quite so! Bedlam! Agreed! Still may I remind you, with all due modesty, that the planet on which we have landed up, is by and large rather comfortable. Strewn with roses, you might say, compared with Neptune (two hundred and twelve degrees subzero, […]