He shares what she did for his son… book by book 💙
He shares what she did for his son… book by book 💙
Wealth without work.
Pleasure without conscience.
Knowledge without character.
Commerce without morality.
Science without humanity.
Worship without sacrifice.
Politics without principle.
-Frederick Lewis Donaldson in Westminster Abbey, London, on March 20, 1925
Wealth without work.
Pleasure without conscience.
Knowledge without character.
Commerce without morality.
Science without humanity.
Worship without sacrifice.
Politics without principle.
-Frederick Lewis Donaldson in Westminster Abbey, London, on March 20, 1925
The great #WoodyGuthrie wrote this song many years ago. She changed some of the words to fit our times.
The great #WoodyGuthrie wrote this song many years ago. She changed some of the words to fit our times.
"I don't know, Max. I'm pretty sure that was just a can opener."
"I don't know, Max. I'm pretty sure that was just a can opener."
Who thought of himself as a killer
But when they opened him up
he was meek as a pup
With mostly just nasty rag filler
Who thought of himself as a killer
But when they opened him up
he was meek as a pup
With mostly just nasty rag filler
I come from a long line of women who take to their beds when they have HAD IT.
I come from a long line of women who take to their beds when they have HAD IT.
And tell sad stories of the death of kings:
How some have been depos’d, some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed,
Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping kill’d,
And tell sad stories of the death of kings:
How some have been depos’d, some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed,
Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping kill’d,