"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Monday, March 28, 2011
The rich are different from you and I.Yes, they make it harder to turn on the lights in the crapper.
Yes, they make it harder to turn on the lights in the crapper.
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