All the labour of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled. — Compton Gage
All the labour of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled. — Compton Gage
All the labour of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled. — Compton Gage
All the labour of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled. — Compton Gage
All the labour of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled. — Compton Gage
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All the labour of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled.

— Compton Gage
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