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Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania.
-- Dorothy Parker, "Comment"
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold.
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he s
🐟 -- 💚 -- 🍖 -- 👑 -- 🎫 -- 📀 -- 🕺 -- 🥒 -- 👹 -- ⚡ -- 🎈 -- 👽 -- 📘 -- 😺 -- 👾