At an old saloon on a street of mud / There at a table, dealing stud / Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue
Sue
God purposed from eternity that those whom he foreapproved should be conformed to the image of his Son.
There was always a mob fishing from the jetty, although nobody ever caught much — just trumpeters and gobblies and blowies, and sometimes the pretty little yellow-tail with their golden scales and blue spots.
The lion roared terribly.
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