Water drips from the rain
No tears I can give to my pain
So the bubbles of the tub
Over flow
And soon you can relax
And candle
As thee rain falls down
Outside to any pain
Which you thought you knew
Maybe unreal
To the ways in which you roll
Your feet
Across the floor with flowers
At one side of your living room.
Then you towel to know
A great book and hot cocoa
Are waiting for you
And your ego to.

Collectivism leads to concentration camps, leader worship and war.

This country is undergoing great changes for the better.

I see by your letter to my father that you are rather afraid the French may invade England.

William John Wills

Quotes by William John Wills

Written By William John Wills

Written By William John Wills

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