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Nobody Ever Grew Despondent Looking For Trouble.

In Spite Of All Our Speeding It's Still The Style To Be Late.

As To Those Who Hoard Gold And Silver And Spend It Not In God's Path, Give Them, Then, The Tidings Of A Painful Agony: On A Day When These Things Shall Be Heated In Hell-fire, And Their Foreheads, And Their Sides, And Their Backs Shall Be Branded Therewith.

It Is Pretty Hard To Tell What Does Bring Happiness; Poverty And Wealth Have Both Failed.

The World Gets Better Every Day - Then Worse Again In The Evening.