Peel’s smile: like the silver plate on a coffin.
Daniel O’Connell
Peel’s smile: like the silver plate on a coffin.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Peel’s smile: like the silver plate on a coffin.
Peel’s smile: like the silver plate on a coffin.
It is a cliche that most cliches are true, but then, like most cliches, that cliche is untrue
You Remain As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining…
The Secret Sits We dance round in a ring and suppose, But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.