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Had I fastened
The cradle on a rafter,
And rocked it—and rocked it.
My little son, my Yankl.
But the house has vanished
Into a fiery dome,
How then can I rock
My little son, my own?
Had I…
The writers of the radical press (also) have the full right to life, to be free, and to seek their fortune in—a bread line.
In the year 5473 [1713] since the creation of, the world, from the moment it began the plague fell upon us because of our many sins. In the community we still had no one ill nor bad air in the country…