O dear! that artful boy
Refuses me a word!
But, Sir, I shall enjoy
My food, though you're absurd!
O dear! that artful boy
My table will not share!
But, Sir, I shall enjoy
My rest, though you're not there!
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Quotes of the Day
Never raise your hand to your children - it leaves your midsection unprotected.
by Philip LevineThe day comes slowly in the railyard
behind the ice factory. It broods on
one cinder after another until each
glows like lead or the eye of a dog
possessed of no inner fire, the brown