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Summary Riposte To The Dreary Wail There's No Knowing What Love Is All About. Poets Know A Lot.

Butterflies...flowers That Fly And All But Sing.

What Makes A Nation In The Beginning Is A Good Piece Of Geography.

If One By One We Counted People Out For The Least Sin, It Wouldn't Take Us Long To Get So We Had No One Left To Live With. For To Be Social Is To Be Forgiving.

Not Yesterday I Learned To Know The Love Of Bare November Days Before The Coming Of The Snow.