Anne Taylor Quotes
The surge of his ardour swept through him in climatic release, filling her womb with his final, mortal sowing.
A long marriage is two people trying to dance a duet and two solos at the same time.
Who ran to help me when I fell And would some pretty story tell Or kiss the place to make it well? My Mother.
Twinkle twinkle little star! How I wonder what you are Up above the world so high Like a diamond in the sky!