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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. -
It is a good idea to give the issue its own thread.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! -
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.Comment
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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.Comment
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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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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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Your mom already likes me on Facebook.
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.Comment
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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.Comment
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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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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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I must have missed it. When did Dick Cheney oppose the less fortunate having health insurance?Originally posted by Billy Jingo View PostIt'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 nowComment
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Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live...
Robert Southwell, S.J.
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..but they'll still keep there jobs and be given extra bananas!Originally posted by phillygirl View Post
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.Comment
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RACIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Originally posted by phillygirl View PostWe are so fucked.Comment
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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.Comment
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