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My home is in Heaven. I\'m just traveling through this world.
My home is in Heaven. I\'m just traveling through this world.
Estate agents. You can't live with them, you can't live with them. The first sign of these nasty purulent sores read more
Estate agents. You can't live with them, you can't live with them. The first sign of these nasty purulent sores appeared round about 1894. With their jangling keys, nasty suits, revolting beards, moustaches and tinted spectacles, estate agents roam the land causing perturbation and despair. If you try and kill them, you're put in prison: if you try and talk to them, you vomit. There's only one thing worse than an estate agent but at least that can be safely lanced, drained and surgically dressed. Estate agents. Love them or loathe them, you'd be mad not to loathe them.
I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that
grovel--
Folks prefer in fact a hovel read more
I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that
grovel--
Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls.
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.
Go big or go home. Because it's true. What do you have to lose?
Go big or go home. Because it's true. What do you have to lose?
The house is a castle which the King cannot enter.
The house is a castle which the King cannot enter.
What the Nation must realize is that the home, when both parents work, is non-existent. Once we have honestly faced read more
What the Nation must realize is that the home, when both parents work, is non-existent. Once we have honestly faced that fact, we must act accordingly.
Be grateful for the home you have, knowing that at this moment, all you have is all you need.
Be grateful for the home you have, knowing that at this moment, all you have is all you need.
At length his lonely cot appears in view,
Beneath the shelter of an aged tree;
Th' expectant read more
At length his lonely cot appears in view,
Beneath the shelter of an aged tree;
Th' expectant wee-things, toddling, stacher thro'
To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin noise an' glee.
