More quotes by Samuel Hoffenstein
Breathes there a man with hide so tough
Who says two sexes aren’t enough?
My soul is dark with stormy riot,
Directly traceable to diet.
Your little voice,
So soft and kind;
Your little soul,
Your little mind!
The apple grows so bright and high,
And ends its days in apple pie.
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