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The Rain To The Wind Said, You Push And I'll Pelt.' They So Smote The Garden Bed That The Flowers Actually Knelt, And Lay Lodged--though Not Dead. I Know How The Flowers Felt.

The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, And Deep But I Have Promises To Keep...

The Middle Of The Road Is Where The White Line Is - And That's The Worst Place To Drive.

Hell Is A Half-filled Auditorium.

It Takes All Sorts Of In And Outdoor Schooling To Get Adapted To My Kind Of Fooling.