Poem of the day
The Bibliomaniac's Bride
by Eugene Field
The women-folk are like to books,-
Most pleasing to the eye,
Whereon if anybody looks
He feels disposed to buy.
I hear that many are for sale,-
Those that record no dates,
And such editions as regale
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I go walking, and the hills loom above me, range upon range, one against the other. I cannot tell where one begins and another leaves off. But when I talk with God, He lifts me up where I can see clearly where everything has a distinct contour.
Madam Chaiang Kai-shek