Maxioms by Robert Frost
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.
We dance round in a ring and suppose, While the secret sits in the middle and knows
We dance round in a ring and suppose, While the secret sits in the middle and knows
A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him read more
A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.
I'm not confused, I'm just well mixed
I'm not confused, I'm just well mixed
