Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill).
It's a hard time, pity poor boy, It's a hard time, when you're down and out. I rambled around in the cotton fields, I worked like the devil but couldn't make meals, I damn near starved in an 80 cent field, If you was me how would you feel? I rambled and I gambled and worked like a dog, I slept every... Sign in to see full entry.