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It's been ten years since that lonely day I left you
In the morning rain, smoking gun in hand
Ten lonely years but how my heart, it still remembers
Pray for me, momma, I'm a gypsy now -
Those are pretty good especially the letter.
Here's a cute one I saw the other day:
May we raise children who love the unloved things - the dandelion, the worm, the spiderlings.
Children who sense the rose needs the thorn and run into rainswept days the same way they turn towards the sun...
And when they're grown and someone has to speak for those who have no voice,
may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things and be the one. -
Holy crap, that is cool.Colonel Vogel : What does the diary tell you that it doesn't tell us?
Professor Henry Jones : It tells me, that goose-stepping morons like yourself should try *reading* books instead of *burning* them!Comment
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Those were really funny!Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live...
Robert Southwell, S.J.
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I'd read Bok's posts. Same thing.Science that cannot be questioned is propaganda.
Cameras in classrooms now.Comment
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A certain amount of freedom attaches when you realize you'll be single forever...
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Ha!Originally posted by ReinMan View PostNot where I breathe, but where I love, I live...
Robert Southwell, S.J.
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