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You're Beautiful, Like A May Fly.

Dying Was Nothing And He Had No Picture Of It Nor Fear Of It In His Mind. But Living Was A Field Of Grain Blowing In The Wind On The Side Of A Hill. Living Was A Hawk In The Sky. Living Was An Earthen Jar Of Water In The Dust Of The Threshing With The Grain Flailed Out And The Chaff Blowing. Living Was A Horse Between Your Legs And A Carbine Under One Leg And A Hill And A Valley And A Stream With Trees Along It And The Far Side Of The Valley And The Hills Beyond.

The English Talked With Inflected Phrases. One Phrase To Mean Everything.

The Educated Man Is The Man Who Can Do Something. The Quality Of His Work Marks The Degree Of His Education.

There Is No Friend As Loyal As A Book.