Helen Hunt Jackson Quotes
On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead.
On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead.
Designing a game can be like a Japanese garden. It's not what you put in but how much you take away.
My memories of Australian cricket are it was an environment of good fun.
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