Alexander’s men pointed their staffs / at Diogenes, (sunning his calves). / “I’m great!” Al said with pride. / “I’m a dog; move aside,” / the sage answered, no barrel of laughs.
Alexander’s men pointed their staffs / at Diogenes, (sunning his calves). / “I’m great!” Al said with pride. / “I’m a dog; move aside,” / the sage answered, no barrel of laughs.