We may smile at these matters but they are melancholy illustrations.
In junior high school I was an object of pure ridicule for my dress...
My friends and family especially my mom and dad are always saying I should...
Beautiful isle of the sea Smile on the brow of the waters.
When Fortune smiles I smile to think how quickly she will frown.
Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.
