Tomatoes And Squash Never Fail To Reach

I'm Half Scotch-irish On Both Sides, And When I Lose My Temper-brother, I Go.

If, At The Close Of Business Each Evening, I Myself Can Understand What I've Written, I Feel The Day Hasn't Been Totally Wasted.

To Err Is Human, To Forgive Supine.

I Found The Pearl Of The Orient Slightly Less Exciting Than A Rainy Sunday Evening In Rochester.

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