I'm like that guy who single-handedly built the rocket and flew to the moon. What was his name? Apollo Creed?
The internet wasn't created for mockery, it was supposed to help researchers at different universities share data sets. It was!
The rest were vulgar deaths unknown to fame.
Beauty- it was a glorious gift of nature.
Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile
I am a part of all that I have met. Yet, experience is an arch wherethro gleams that untravl'd world whose margin fades forever and forever when I move.