‘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.
To My Valentine More than a catbird hates a cat, Or a criminal hates a clue, Or the Axis hates…