’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws…
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Why Family History: And Their Eyes Were My Eyes
“I saw behind me those who had gone, and before me those who are to come, I looked back and saw my father, and his father, and all our fathers,…