<span>Like a quilt, the American people are diverse, different pieces sewn together to create a tapestry of culture and country.
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Lately, I've been thinking about the time that I waste by just sitting so me and my friend Jimmy decided to manage our time by making a list of stuff we have to do. At first we didn't know what we should add on the list due to being kids, so we went to ask my mom and told her about the list and she suggested we should add a reading hour. I came back to Jimmy and told him about the idea and he wrote it down. The next idea came from Jimmy, a chess club. Right as I said that my mom heard him so she said that we have a chess table at home and we could play chess right now if we would like to. We agreed on the idea, and in a few seconds my mom came back with a big chess board, which look brand new, the barely used type of new. We started playing and as we started I realized that I didn't know how the pieces were moving, so I asked Jimmy if he could teach me, and he gladly agreed onto helping me. As my mom, I always was a fast learner so in about 20 minutes we were ready to play. It was kinda intense, because we both were making interesting decisions, which were hard to counter. We ended up making a draw by Jimmy making me not able to move with my king and not giving me check. It was fun, but as we were going to start making one more match, my mom has told me it was getting dark outside and that I was supposed to go to sleep. I told goodbye to Jimmy and went to bed, telling myself ''Now that s time management!''.
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Dolly has discovered his affair with the family's governess, and the household and family are in turmoil.
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To compare test result you have to have them on a diagram
Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.
Every thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.
Me only cruel immortality
Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms,
Here at the quiet limit of the world,
A white-hair’d shadow roaming like a dream
The ever-silent spaces of the East,
Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of morn …
