FridaySep 25, 2026
Quotes: 53419 Authors: 9969
Our ships were British oak, And hearts of oak our men.
S. J. Arnold
Oh, tell me how my garden grows, Where I no more may take delight, And if some dream of me it knows, Who dream of it by day and night.
Mildred Howells
In the childhood memories of every good cook, theres a large kitchen, a warm stove, a simmering pot and a mom.
Barbara Costikyan
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