The dirt is picturesque, so I don't mind.

The Baroness found it amusing to go to tea; she dressed as if for dinner. The tea-table offered an anomalous and picturesque repast; and on leaving it they all sat and talked in the large piazza, or wandered about the garden in the starlight.

I never remember to do that stuff on my own.” “I figured. I’m also updating your virus software and installing some other free programs to keep this thing running well.

My arms have mutinied against me — brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My back's been stiff for hours, damned hours. Death never gives his squad a Stand-at-ease.

Written By Wilfred Owen

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