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The Morning Air Was Like A New Dress. That Made Her Feel The Apron Tied Around Her Waist. She Untied It And Flung It On A Low Bush Beside The Road And Walked On, Picking Flowers And Making A Bouquet… From Now On Until Death She Was Going To Have Flower Dust And Springtime Sprinkled Over Everything.

Anybody Depending On Somebody Else's Gods Is Depending On A Fox Not To Eat Chickens.

Justice, Like Beauty, Is In The Eye Of The Beholder.

You'se Something Tuh Make Uh Man Forgit To Git Old And Forgit Tuh Die.

There Is Nothing To Make You Like Other Human Beings So Much As Doing Things For Them.