søndag 11. mars 2012

There once was an old man who said, "Damn !" It is borne in upon me I am - An engine that moves - In determinate grooves, I'm not even a bus,I'm a "tram."


Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;
Star of the east, the horizon adoring,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.


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