Politics in a literary work is like a gun shot in the middle of a concert something vulgar and however something which is impossible to ignore.
'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone All her lovely companions Are faded and gone.
Here bring your wounded hearts here tell your anguish Earth has no sorrow...
Those among them that have not received our religion do not fright any from...
To be educated a person doesn't have to know much or be informed but he or...
Losing my anonymity in this world I think is something that I find...
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own...
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.
