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By thought and pain mind and heart and wrought;
From sin refrain, for life’s so sweet unfraught.
By thought and pain mind and heart and wrought;
From sin refrain, for life’s so sweet unfraught.
The plaintive melody of silence in the night in a softly lit meadow with white moonlight, is where my mind seeks to find peace, of everlasting kind. When calm, heavenly purity surrounds, the crisp rustle of daffodils all around, a gentle fragrance in the air and little angels everywhere! Among the little angels there, I…
The select company that I would wish for today — in addition to a generous number of very attractive lecherous ladies –in celebration as my chronological age reaches a score, is not of the few distinguished personages that I have come to cherish in society (my family and friends), but it is of such votaries…