Maxioms by Ethel Lynn Beers (ethelinda Eliot)
Art thou a pen, whose task shall be
To drown in ink
What writers think?
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Art thou a pen, whose task shall be
To drown in ink
What writers think?
Oh, wisely write,
That pages white
Be not the worse for ink and thee.
All quiet along the Potomac they say
Except now and then a stray picket
Is shot as read more
All quiet along the Potomac they say
Except now and then a stray picket
Is shot as he walks on his beat, to and fro,
By a rifleman hid in the thicket.
