My Small Boat
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
The person that turns over the most rocks wins the game.
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He trusted neither of them as far as he could spit, and he was a poor spitter, lacking both distance…
You don't get anything clean without getting something else dirty.
Poetry is a sort of truancy, a dream within the dream of life, a wild flower planted among our wheat.