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What a sad day when we realize, we are our parents.
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You have to be resourceful at the North Pole
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When the silence is broken
by whispers, I listen --
for the truth is never
in lightning or thunder
but in the patter
of soft falling rain.
An..
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He wished he'd never heard the word, wished that when he had, he'd just ignored it, gone on drinking his coffee, nodding his head, pretending to liste..
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Sometimes love is a long road.
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Tin cans, newspapers, old cereal boxes. He used what he had on hand to make a life-like re-creation of his wife.
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Not all gifts are wanted or deserved.
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She was a hotbed of roses
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Quasi-philosophy
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Once upon, I played the fool
met love, but let her go.
can a man so wretched be,
as one who does not know?
Time became a wizened friend
and..
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