My Small Boat
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning
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Stir up, we beseech thee, O Lord, the wills of thy faithful people; that they, plenteously bringing forth the fruit…
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and…
A boy is noise with dirt on it.