Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, damned from here to Eternity. – Rudyard Kipling
Gardens are not made by singing Oh, how beautiful, and sitting in the shade. – Rudyard Kipling
Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, damned from here to Eternity. – Rudyard Kipling
Gardens are not made by singing Oh, how beautiful, and sitting in the shade. – Rudyard Kipling
There was an old man of Quebec,
Who was buried in snow to his neck.
When asked, – Rudyard Kipling