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Grandpa might quickly add, “The best of tools comes to naught in idle hands.” Spring was no time for idleness when greening fields demande..

Ms. Wanda fairly sparkled with wicked intention. She wanted “to open coeds' minds to volatility.”

Nerves taut, searching, bracing for attack. She looks down. A baby cougar stares back.

Any enslaved population faces the deadly fury of the Communist Manifesto’s standing order: Convert the few and conquer the many -- and kill the ..

Poets scurry to juxtapose adrift in fettered prose

Goods works thrive on truth, fall away with lies. History etches in stone the lessons it inspires.

Windblown sentries smile in verdant hues

He flits about hither, thither and there Spreading gossipy tidbits like party fare

Like birds alight in family tree, We perch twixt cruel and sublime.

He leaves his logperch, to waiting repast draws near. His smile matches Skye's as she brings the steaming food.