How when one is able to indulge the luxury of beginning one's life again.
All one thinks
To do
Is end it
Take deeds
Away.
Play music
please.
When I'm dead, I hope it may be said: his sins were scarlet, but his books were read.
J.P. DonleavyAnd Mary, what of other men? There are no other men because my heart has gone out to you. And if you don't laugh I'll tell you what i think. I won't laugh. I think it's a fine instrument that God made for the poor likes of us to enjoy.
J.P. DonleavyCome here till I tell you. Where is the sea high and the winds soft and moist and warm, sometimes stained with sun, with peace so wild for wishing where all is told and telling.
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