STOLEN, THOUGH BUSY.

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    STOLEN, THOUGH BUSY.

    My Birds Are Set To Hatch,
    When The Walls Came In,
    Killing All The Fowls.
       My Fruits Are Ripe For Plucking,
       When The Quelas Came,
       To Devour The Plant.
    My Cattles Are Heavy To Deliever,
    When The Flu Raided,
    Sending Them To Destruction.
       Friend, Your Life Is More Productive Now,
       When The Thief Of Live Came,
       Stealing You Away From Us!

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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