Let us hush this cry of 'Forward', till ten thousand years have gone.
Loksley Hall, Day Dream and Other PoemsMr. Pot drank ten pots of coffee, even though I only made eight. That’s a savings of 20%!
So many chairs, and no time to sitDon’t tell me your name. It’s likely to awaken my conscience, and that’s the last thing we want.
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