Having decimated groves of cedar, quaking asps, weeping willows, poplars, and fruit trees on the last day of January, Alva C. Griest of the Seventy-second Indiana believed he was doing wrong all the time we were at it.
was doing wrong all the time we were at it.
There was once a knight who wooed a fair young maid.
Had he taken a drop too many in his quest for thrillsome delights, and was his mother overly eager to be rid of him?
The air darkens with hats, caps, handkerchiefs, and flowers. Women who have nothing else wavable at hand, toss up their children […]
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