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 I am grateful for something my parents instilled in me from the time I was a little boy… how the less things in life I need to be con... [read more] |
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How blessed would we all be if at least one time every day we would stop…and with a dash of innocent flair remember a time when we we... [read more] |
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If you want to discover pure joy and innocence… far removed from fortune and fame sit in the stands and pay attention at a child’s ba... [read more] |
 clearly the response you dictate is the formal reply to my absurd request for the information that is delicately sewn into the fabric of mor... [read more] |
 One thing writers don't discuss enough, I think, and at some point in life becomes a very vivid theme indeed, is the terror we are faced wit... [read more] |
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On a lonely morn, he crossed the Rubicon . . . . Smokey fog filtered from the lake bottom, Eerily his forthcoming demise foretold by... [read more] |
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Found him asphyxiated in his room at daybreak One who had sadly come to the end of his rope . . . . One can only imagine what drove h... [read more] |