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In fourteen hundred and ninety-two… Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spa… For a business trip on the boundin… And to prove to the people, by act…
Unwillingly Miranda wakes, Feels the sun with terror, One unwilling step she takes, Shuddering to the mirror. Miranda in Miranda’s sight
The truth I do not stretch or sho… When I state that the dog is full… I’ve also found, by actual test, A wet dog is the lovingest.
This is a song to celebrate banks, Because they are full of money and… you hear is clinks and clanks, Or maybe a sound like the wind in… Which is the rustling of the thous…
I didn’t go to church today, I trust the Lord to understand. The surf was swirling blue and whi… The children swirling on the sand. He knows, He knows how brief my s…
Song of the Open Road I think that I shall never see A billboard as lovely as a tree. Perhaps unless the billboards fall… I’ll never see a tree at all.
Beneath this slab John Brown is stowed. He watched the ads And not the road.
Being a father Is quite a bother. You are as free as air With time to spare, You’re a fiscal rocket
The summer like a rajah dies, And every widowed tree Kindles for Congregationalist eye… An alien suttee.
Behold the hippopotamus! We laugh at how he looks to us, And yet in moments dank and grim, I wonder how we look to him. Peace, peace, thou hippopotamus!
Children aren’t happy with nothing… And that’s what parents were creat…
The ostrich roams the great Sahar… Its mouth is wide, its neck is nar… It has such long and lofty legs, I’m glad it sits to lay its eggs.
How wise I am to have instructed… I am about to volunteer a definiti… Just as I know that there are two… I know that marriage is a legal an… Moreover, just as I am unsure of…
When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn; So many I loved were not yet dead… So many I love were not yet born.
