Milton is well bad.
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Poem by George Elliot (pen name for a woman)
If you sit down at set of sun And count the acts that you have done, And, counting, find One self-denying deed, one word That eased the heart of him who heard, One glance most kind That fell like sunshine where it went -- Then you may count that day well spent. But if, through all the livelong day, You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay -- If, through it all You've nothing done that you can trace That brought the sunshine to one face-- No act most small That helped some soul and nothing cost -- Then count that day as worse than lost.
Elvira. Oak Ridge Boys.
Southern Quartet in Trouble. Bass singer had a raking cough Throat spray and lotsa H2O and mints. Still no help And half hour Show time featuring song Elvira.pa pa ooh mow mow. His famous line. Crowds roared Clapped out rhythm. But tonight? Could dark haired Bruce Rally in time? Moment they circled in prayer Joining hands. Big night with seated Scouts for the big stations. And big broadcast signal. Wheeling West Virginia. Well boys, here goes God willing…