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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. -
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! -
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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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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This ought to be fun. Please name the people, with valid citations, who called public parks "socialism" in 1905.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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That is your point? I would have gone with the first one since the word wasn't even coined until the mid 1800's.Originally posted by Adam View PostColonel 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 figured I'd build up to that. Why burn it all at once? Poker is no fun if no one raises.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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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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