Sayings of the wise
A voice had begun to sing.— C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew, Chapter 8, “The Fight at the Lamp-Post”
‘Gawd!’ said the Cabby. ‘Ain’t it lovely?’
`Glory be!’ said the Cabby. `I’d ha’ been a better man all my life if I’d known there were things like this’.
`’Old your noise, everyone,’ said the Cabby, `I want to listen to the moosic.’
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Father Forgets (continues) by W. Livingston Larned (HT Juan Winnaar) Moving poem, both a rebuke and an encouragement.