Night rain upon my window panes While clouds rumble in protest The lightning picture through my curtains And shadows dance away from candlelight
Day: Sep 11, 2020
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We are all brothers
‘Excuse me,’ said he, ‘but that’s a question I never like to hear asked. What does it matter where a man is from? Is it fair to judge a man by his post-office address? Why, I’ve seen Kentuckians who hated whisky, Virginians who weren’t descended from Pocahontas, Indians who hadn’t written a novel, Mexicans who […]
