More reason cries the scholar!
Hope is the forestay of the malevolents wish for happiness!
But reason is the key to the fortitude of the night.
What is the hole in the acre of grass that one can not seem to fill with orange flowers?
What is the bank in the river that can not endure the hardships of the flow?
But who will take your photograph when the sign says walk?
And who will share your valentine in the moment that you learn to write your own name?
Of course blessings make sure that our day is with pleasure.
What about the cat that sits among the impudent and licks its own paws?
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