In contact, lo! the flint and steel,
By sharp and flame, the thought reveal
That he the metal, she the stone,
Had cherished secretly alone.
Booley Fito.
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The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue.
by Emily Dickinson
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She hideth Her the last-
And is the first, to rise-
Her Night doth hardly recompense
The Closing of Her eyes-
She doth Her Purple Work-
And putteth Her away
In low Apartments in the Sod -