In the whole village
The husband alone
Does not know of it
18th Century Japanese poem
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
In the whole village
The husband alone
Does not know of it
18th Century Japanese poem
I Have No Gun, But I Can Spit Some thirty inches from my nose The frontier of my Person goes,…
For hunger is a sauce, well blended and prepared, for any food.
The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it.