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Next to the word of God, the noble art of music is the greatest treasure in the world. It controls our hearts, minds and spirits. A person who does not regard music as a marvelous creation of God does not deserve to be called a human being; he should be permitted to hear nothing but the braying of asses and the grunting of hogs!
Next, Please. Always too eager for the future, we. Pick up bad habits of expectancy. Something is always approaching; every day. Till then we say, Watching from a bluff the tiny, clear. Sparkling armada of promises draw near. How slow they are! And how much time they waste, Refusing to make haste! Yet still they leave us holding wretched stalks. Of disappointment, for, though nothing balks. Each big approach, leaning with brasswork prinked, Each rope distinct, Flagged, and the figurehead with golden tits. Arching our way, it never anchors; it's. No sooner present than it turns to past. Right to the last. We think each one will heave to and unload. All good into our lives, all we are owed. For waiting so devoutly and so long. But we are wrong: Only one ship is seeking us, a black-Sailed unfamiliar, towing at her back. A huge and birdless silence. In her wake. No waters breed or break.
Next year he did not come for her. She waited in a new frock because the old one simply would not meet, but he never came."Perhaps he is ill," Michael said."You know he is never ill."Michael came close to her and whispered, with a shiver, "Perhaps there is no such person, Wendy!" and then Wendy would have cried if Michael had not been crying.
Next day, as the Ferris wheel was being taken apart and the race horses were being loaded into vans and the entertainers were packing up their belongings and driving away in their trailers, Charlotte died. The Fair Grounds were soon deserted. The sheds and buildings were empty and forlorn. The infield was littered with bottles and trash. Nobody, of the hundreds of people that had visited the Fair, knew that a grey spider had played the most important part of all. No one was with her when she died.
next up was my spiritual home of liverpool. great show. magnificent crowd. they never let you down those scousers. while im at it let me say i am writing this on the day that THE TRUTH has finally been exposed about the hillsborough disaster. respect to all the familys of the 96 for exposing the lies of thatchers government. with hand on heart i salute you. xxxxxx
Next morning, his nose still in the dreambag of a deep pillow contributed to his otherwise austere bed by sweet Blanche (with whom, by the parlour-game rules of sleep, he had been holding hands in a heart-breaking nightmar? or perhaps it was just her cheap perfume), the boy was at once aware of the happiness knocking to be let in. He deliberately endeavored to prolong the glow of its incognito by dwelling on the last vestiges of jasmine and tears in a silly dream...