Literature

Mortals of task and of worth!Thou job infinitely forth. Hath thou made thine love unfailing for the third?Regardless of the attitude of and eagle bird? Thou art static of task but mime,To see the fertile sublime, Thou love to labour and labour to love,Unlike peasants who never ever but shove. Is love anything but an

What others say ..?I cannot go overYet I believe that life’s a flyoverIn which you have to walk over|And do our destinies cover Sometimes it may be a tetroidOtherwise it may be a diploidAt times it may be a haploidAnd may make us a moron… It will give us hopeBut in no substitutionForce us lead

“It was midnight and I couldn’t sleep” said my darling, “I had a strange and horrifying nightmare.” Saying this she blushed and hugged me. After I calmed her, she narrated to me the whole dream. “Fasten your seatbelts and put off your mobiles,” said a voice, ”All passengers would be attended to shortly after the