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My First Generation Of Young Readers Now Have Not Only Children, But Some Of Them Have Grandchildren To Whom They're Introducing Their Old Passion.

You Walk On Water, And Complain That You Can't Find Anything To Drink!

Blood In The Water I Sing, And One Who Shed It: Deadliest Hunger I Sing, And One Who Fed It- Weaving The Ancient-most Tale Of The Sea's Sending: Singing The Tragedy, Singing The Joy Unending This Is Our Shame- This Is The Whole Ocean's Glory: This Is The Song Of The Twelve. Hark To The Story! Hearken, And Bring It To Pass: Swift Lest The Sorrow Long Ago Laid To It's Rest Devour Us Tomarrow!

It’d Be A Poor Kind Of World Where There Was Just One Explanation For Things. ---rhiow

And We Will Cause It To Be Well-made, This Sacrifice. You, Young And Never Loving; I, Old And Never Loved. Such A Song The Sea Will Never Have Seen.