Ogden Nash (Огден Фредерик Нэш)

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I didn't go to church today,
I trust the Lord to understand.
The surf was swirling blue and white,
The children swirling on the sand.
He knows, He knows how brief my stay,
How brief this spell of summer weather,
He knows when I am said and done
We'll have plenty of time together.

1. Crossing the Border
2. Further Reflections on Parsley
3. The Parent
4. Bankers Are Just Like Anybody Else, Except Richer
5. Very Like a Whale

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