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Quotes by Park Benjamin
A Discourse of Flowers. Flowers are Love's truest language; they Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue, betray, Like the divining rods of Magi old, Where precious wealth lies buried, not of gold, But love-strong love, that never can decay!— filed under Flirting
Undertakers. Nigh to a grave that was newly made, Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade.— filed under Occupations-Undertakers