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Many A Man Spanks His Children For Things His Own Father Should Have Spanked Out Of Him.

He Worked Like Hell In The Country So He Could Live In The City, Where He Worked Like Hell So He Could Live In The Country.

For All Of The Creeds Are False, And All Of The Creeds Are True; And Low At The Shrines Where My Brothers Bow, There Will I Bow Too; For No Form Of A God, And No Fashion Man Has Made In His Desperate Passion, But Is Worthy Some Worship Of Mine; Not Too Hot With A Gross Belief, Nor Yet Too Cold With Pride, I Will Bow Me Down Where My Brothers Bow, Humble, But Open Eyed.

Poetry Is What Milton Saw When He Went Blind.

I Have Often Noticed That Ancestors Never Boast Of The Descendants Who Boast Of Ancestors. I Would Rather Start A Family Than Finish One. Blood Will Tell, But Often It Tells Too Much.