He stood, and heard the steeple Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town.
He stood, and heard the steeple Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town.
Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories