‘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.
Consolation Grook Losing one glove is certainly painful, but nothing compared to the pain, of losing one, throwing away the…