Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
I am still learning, and that is exactly where I should be.
For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;
I am a noodle, though i'm not very stringy. I am also a block, just don't knock me off. What am I.
Take the last line of a poem and make it the first line in a new poem.
Tyger, tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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I am strong. I am wise. I will be okay.
Kings and queens may cling to power and the jester’s got his call, But, as you may all discover, the common one outranks them all.
Write a sequel to a book you have read.
I Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend wit…
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