Oh, the thumb-sucker's thumb
May look wrinkled and wet
And withered, and white as the snow,
But the taste of a thumb Is the sweetest taste yet
(As only we thumb-suckers know).
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Character is like a tree and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
by Sara Teasdale
SUPPER comes at five o'clock,
At six, the evening star,
My lover comes at eight o'clock-
But eight o'clock is far.
How could I bear my pain all day
Unless I watched to see