Oh I am very weary Though tears no longer flow My eyes are tired of weeping...
I would not send a poor girl into the world ignorant of the snares that...
A light wind swept over the corn and all nature laughed in the sunshine.
If you would have your son to walk honourably through the world you must not...
And we love to dance especially that new one called the Civil War Twist. The Northern part of you stands still while the Southern part tries to secede.
