And all I did was Moan and rise and moan And fall And pain away and break And slip In many hourful whiles.
We are old friends, did I not tell you? So I may, what you Americans call, josh with him.
... and pickardevant came over with an Italian marqueshe, and was worne (as I remember) with the shorte Rownd hose, and the long canion by the worthy earle of Pancridge Alderman of lye, when I was a boye & long after and had yt bine in ...
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
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