Mary Catelli's Erraticly Updated and Exceedingly Ill-Organized Journal

Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away;
Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay;
Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay;
In the dimmest North-East distance, dawned Gibraltar grand and gray;
"Here and here did England help me: how can I help England?"—say,
Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God to praise and pray,
While Jove's planet rises yonder, silent over Africa.


Robert Browning

Oh, when the saints go marchin' in,
Oh, when the saints go marchin' in,
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She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
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God bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her, and guide her
Thru the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white with foam
God bless America, My home sweet home.

This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
Every nighte and alle,
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I am out on the wind
In the wild, black night;
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Reggie once got mistaken for a small child in a good raccoon costume, and he has cherished this tiny bag of Skittles ever since.

God bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her, and guide her
Thru the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white with foam
God bless America, My home sweet home.

O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
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A skeleton once in Khartoum
Found a ghost up in his room
They spent the whole night
In the most dreadful fight
As to who should be frightened of whom.