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Comfort The Weak And Feel The Poor. What On Earth Do We Need Government For?

Celluloid Heroes Never Feel Any Pain.

Newsmen Winding Up The Nation, A Little Bad News Helps Circulation, Pass On The Panic To The Population.

The Battles, The Fights, The Bruises, The Bites. That's The Way True Love Grows.

People Take Pictures Of The Summer, Just In Case Someone Thought They Had Missed It, And To Proved That It Really Existed.