The day of fortune is like a harvest day We must be busy when the corn is ripe.
The day of fortune is like a harvest day We must be busy when the corn is ripe.
Wisdom worth sharing, words worth remembering.
The day of fortune is like a harvest day We must be busy when the corn is ripe.
True love cannot be found where it does not exist nor can it be denied where it does.
Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul that you never knew was missing.
Grave was the man in years in looks in word his locks were grey yet was his courage green.