‘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.
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant Tell all the Truth but tell it slant--- Success in Circuit lies…