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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.

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    “Thus it is that no cruelty whatsoever passes by without impact. Thus it is that we always pay dearly for chasing after what is cheap.”

    ~ Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago 1918–1956

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    • #3
      “Thus it is that no cruelty whatsoever passes by without impact. Thus it is that we always pay dearly for chasing after what is cheap.”

      ~ Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago 1918–1956

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      • #4
        “Thus it is that no cruelty whatsoever passes by without impact. Thus it is that we always pay dearly for chasing after what is cheap.”

        ~ Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago 1918–1956

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        • #5
          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.

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          • #6
            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.

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            • #7
              Originally posted by Billy Jingo View Post
              This ought to be fun. Please name the people, with valid citations, who called public parks "socialism" in 1905.
              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

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              • #8
                Originally posted by Adam View Post
                This ought to be fun. Please name the people, with valid citations, who called public parks "socialism" in 1905.
                That is your point? I would have gone with the first one since the word wasn't even coined until the mid 1800's.
                “Thus it is that no cruelty whatsoever passes by without impact. Thus it is that we always pay dearly for chasing after what is cheap.”

                ~ Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago 1918–1956

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                • #9
                  Originally posted by Billy Jingo View Post
                  That is your point? I would have gone with the first one since the word wasn't even coined until the mid 1800's.
                  I figured I'd build up to that. Why burn it all at once? Poker is no fun if no one raises.
                  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

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                  • #10
                    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.

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