You cannot hope to bribe or twist (thank God) the British journalist. But, seeing what the man will do unbribed, there's no occasion to.
You cannot hope to bribe or twist (thank God) the British journalist. But, seeing what the man will do unbribed, there's no occasion to.
Listen the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves.
Like a small gray coffee pot sits the squirrel.
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