Om tf^e Organ in t^e Coliegeiale cl^urcl^ I
think, perhaps, a heathen
On
from ancient days
seeing the mighty Instrument
and Hearing it's Glorious Notes Might sacrifice his first bom Child Upon it's bench and reverently fill the platform with dead cattle -Ann Mother
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I speak with the tongues of men and angels, have the gift of prophecy,
Though and and and and and
understand pretty
much
everything,
have moved Everest into my backyard, given everything I have to feed the poor even offered my body to be burned I shall never be a good as Mrs. Rhonda Patterson. My skirts, I'm afraid, are shorter than she deems appropriate.
Ann Mother
