Sometimes things don't go, after all,from bad to worse. Some years, muscadelfaces down the frost, green thrives, the crops don't fail,Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.A people sometimes will step back from war,elect an honest man, decide they careenough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.Some men become what they were born for.Sometimes, our best efforts do not goamiss. sometimes we do as we meant to.The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrowthat seemed hard frozen; may it happen to you.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Sometimes
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