I am not ashamed to confess that I am ignorant of what I do not know.
I am not ashamed to confess that I am ignorant of what I do not know.
A man thinks that by mouthing hard words he understands hard things.
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A Copper’s Christmas And now for something just a little bit different… …A retelling of the Christmas story using detail…