George Arnold

The living need charity more than the dead.

The living need charity more than the dead.

The living need more charity than the dead

The living need more charity than the dead

O sweet September, they first breezes bring the dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, the cool fresh air whence read more

O sweet September, they first breezes bring the dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, the cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring and promise of exceeding joy hereafter.

And he sang every night as he went to bed. 'Let us be happy down here below: the living should read more

And he sang every night as he went to bed. 'Let us be happy down here below: the living should live, though the dead be dead.' Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago.

Here
With my beer
I sit,
While golden moments flit:
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Here
With my beer
I sit,
While golden moments flit:
Alas!
They pass
Unheeded by:
And as they fly,
I,
Being dry,
Sit, idly sipping here
My beer.