We may become the makers of our fate when we have ceased to pose as its prophets.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
We may become the makers of our fate when we have ceased to pose as its prophets.
Sonnet All we need is fourteen lines, well, thirteen now, and after this one just a dozen to launch a…
What a wonderful bird the frog are! When he stand he sit almost; When he hop he fly almost. He…
Twinkle twinkle little star, I don't wonder what you are. For by spectographic ken, I know you are hydrogen.