‘Are the gods not just?’
‘Oh no, child. What would become of us if they were?’
‘Are the gods not just?’
‘Oh no, child. What would become of us if they were?’
The Planter's Daughter When night stirred at sea And the fire brought a crowd in, They say that her beauty…
The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutang trying to play the violin.
Patience has its limits. Take it too far, and it's cowardice.