Need of loving...Folks need a lot of loving in the morning...
The day is all before, with cares beset-- The cares we know, and they that give no warning, For love is God's own antidote for fret. Folks need a heap of loving at the noontime-- In the battle full, the moment snatched from strife, Half way between the waking and the croontime, While bickering and... Sign in to see full entry.