To every man upon this earth
Death cometh sooner or late
And how can a man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his Gods
Noelat 13, you have a way to go....
Diarrhoea is hereditary - it runs in your jeans
If my nose was running money, I'd blow it all on you...
Is the mutual self congratulations society?
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the evening,
we will remember them
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