I Worked So Hard All My Life,

There Is No Shortage Of Good Days. It Is Good Lives That Are Hard To Come By.

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Adverbs Are A Sign That You've Used The Wrong Verb.

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It Is Difficult To Undo Our Own Damage, And To Recall To Our Presence That Which We Have Asked To Leave. It Is Hard To Desecrate A Grove And Change Your Mind. The Very Holy Mountains Are Keeping Mum. We Doused The Burning Bush And Cannot Rekindle It; We Are Lighting Matches In Vain Under Every Green Tree.