There is a turn of phrase which I despise. “He was worth [numerical amount] dollars.” It has a certain amount of usefulness in designating how much someone could cough up to ransom himself, but I hate the way it is worded, as though someone’s intrinsic worth is determined by the amount of money owned. Beyond… Read More Ransom
Rocks! Rocks! Beautiful rocks!See all the rocks that I found:Heart shaped and sparkly and purple and smooth,Striped and spotted and flattened and grooved.Collection keeps growing,My hand’s overflowing,Oh, Daddy, come look at my rocks!Rocks! Rocks! Beautiful rocks!Gathering rocks by the pound:Diamonds and emeralds and rubies and gold,Silver and platinum, riches untold.My bank account’s growing,My wealth keeps… Read More Beautiful Rocks
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