“You won't get a wild heroic ride to heaven on pretty little sounds.”– George Ives
"My dear son yonder, said she, is like an apple upon the wave. Little is his hold on earth he has no prayer in Heaven. But salt water has scorched him, and the gulls of the sea have shit upon his head."
"My dear son yonder, said she, is like an apple upon the wave. Little is his hold on earth he has no prayer in Heaven. But salt water has scorched him, and the gulls of the sea have shit upon his head."
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