Time lost cannot be regained: The moving finger writes,
and having writ, moves on.
Not all your piety or wit
shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Breakfast On The Farm:
A little boy comes down for breakfast, and since he lived on a farm he had chores to do. The mother asked him if he had done them,...more. . ...
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LAND FOR SALE
police constable(s) of the year; spotlight st. david’s
