There was an old man on the Border,
Who lived in the utmost disorder;
He danced with the cat,
and made tea in his hat,
Which vexed all the folks on the Border.
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Writing is like making love. Don't worry about the orgasm, just concentrate on the process.
by Henry Clay Work
Brother, come back! come back!
Dear brother, what can be the charm,
That holds you so strong - that keeps you so long
Away from your father's able farm?