"Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber
Holy Angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head."
-Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
In d book cal''d life, d page yesterday is over, d page future is blank n page 2day is bin writin. So rite the best u can, coz on dis book ur eraser jst don''t work
Unfortunate is he who cannot gain a few sincere friends during his life and more unfortunate is the one who has gained them and then lost them (through his deeds).
