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To Be Social Is To Be Forgiving.

I Fail To See What Fun, What Satisfaction / A God Can Find In Laughing At How Badly / Men Fumble At The Possibilities.

He Is All Pine And I Am Apple Orchard. My Apple Trees Will Never Get Across And Eat The Cones Under His Pines, I Tell Him. He Only Says, "good Fences Make Good Neighbors.

You Can't Get Too Much Winter In The Winter.

One Could Do Worse Than Be A Swinger Of Birches.