Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich

I'm A White Male, Age 18 To 49. Everyone Listens To Me, No Matter How Dumb My Suggestions Are.

Beauty- It Was A Glorious Gift Of Nature.

Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or Heard The Billows Roar.

She Sent Him A Warm And Gentle Wind, And Lord Odysseus Was Happy As He Set His Sails To Catch The Breeze. He Sat Beside The Steering Oar And Used His Skill To Steer The Raft.

We Battle On In Words, As Always, Mere Words, And What's The Cure? We Cannot Find A Thing.