Drawing on my fine command of the English language, I said nothing.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Drawing on my fine command of the English language, I said nothing.
A Wanderer's Song A wind's in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels, I am tired of brick…
It is not the function of our Government to keep the citizen from falling into error; it is the function…
My reason is not framed to bend or stoop; my knees are.