One thing that literature would be
Would be a more restricted employm
metaphor.
Authors of all races, be they Gre
Can’t seem just to say that anythi

The summer like a rajah dies,
And every widowed tree
Kindles for Congregationalist eye
An alien suttee.

I test my bath before I sit,
And I’m always moved to wondermen
That what chills the finger not a
Is so frigid upon the fundament.

A flea and a fly in a flue
Were imprisoned, so what could the
Said the fly, “let us flee!”
“Let us fly!” said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the

To keep your marriage brimming,
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
Whenever you’re right, shut up.

When people aren’t asking question
They’re making suggestions
And when they’re not doing one of
They’re either looking over your s
And then as if that weren’t enough

First a little
Then a lottle

Purity
Is obscurity.

May I join you in the doghouse, R
I wish to retire till the party’s
Since three o’clock I’ve done my
To entertain each tiny guest;
My conscience now I’ve left behin

Isabel met an enormous bear,
Isabel, Isabel, didn’t care;
The bear was hungry, the bear was
The bear’s big mouth was cruel and
The bear said, Isabel, glad to me