FLOWERS preach to us if we will hear:-- The rose saith in the dewy morn: I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn. The poppy saith amid the corn: Let but my scarlet head appear And I am held in scorn; Yet juice of subtle virtue lies Within my cup of curious dyes. The lilies say: Behold how we Preach without words of purity. The violets whisper from the shade Which their own leaves have made: Men scent our fragrance on the air, Yet take no heed Of humble lessons we would read. But not alone the fairest flowers: The merest grass Along the roadside where we pass, Lichen and moss and sturdy weed, Tell of His love who sends the dew, The rain and sunshine too, To nourish one small seed.
"Jo, nes jusu labai mergina ir aš tiesiog could'nt gauti mano širdis i tai ... Aš bande, bet aš tiesiog negalejo myliu tave ir aš didnt norite vilkti daiktus iš."
I agree in principle, Rilly, but I must ask why all your hypothetical business owners and workers are male? Can't the local sign painter buy her husband a ring? Might not the store owner have her roof fixed?
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RE: If your life was on the line & it was kill or be killed would you be ready & willing to kill
Yeah but why wait? Might as well get the jump on them.