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It ain't those parts of the Bible that I can't understand that bother me, it's the parts that I do understand. - Mark TwainSome are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. - William ShakespeareHome is the place, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. - Robert FrostOne man who has a mind and knows it can always beat ten men who haven't and don't. - George Bernard Shaw |
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October turned my maple's leaves to gold; The most are gone now; here and there one lingers; Soon these will slip from out the twig's weak hold, Like coins between a dying miser's fingers. If cold December gave you birth, The month of snow and ice and mirth, Place on your hand a turquoise blue, Success will bless what'er you do. Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November; All the rest have thirty-one Excepting February alone: Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine, Till leap year gives it twenty-nine. O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And promise of exceeding joy hereafter. Oh, to be in England Now that April's there. March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. If February give much snow A fine Summer it doth foreshow. No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November! And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays. As full of spirit as the month of May. Among the changing months, May stands confest The sweetest, and in fairest colors dressed. Sweet April showers Do bring May flowers. Oh, the lovely fickleness of an April day! The ides of March are come. January grey is here, Like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, March with grief doth howl and rave, And April weeps—but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers. |
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