Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west-
Toll slowly.
And I said in underbreath,-All our life is mixed with death,
And who knoweth which is best?
Between the Lines.
Literature
The 2010 CIA World Factbook
The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
The Motor Girls
The Moorland Cottage
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