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The external rewards of harmony are security, prosperity, and ultimately survival. The internal rewards are pleasure and inner peace

Patience allows one to listen and observe before one acts or speaks. It allows events to reach maturity, so that choice can be better informed by circumstance

It allows time for words and acts to put on weight, so as to appear abroad with sufficient dignity.

Friend:

that one special person who makes life a bit easier by just being there and listening to your problems and difficulties. Friendship: A special bond between two people. A bond that time cannot break. It is strong like a chain, with linking hearts.

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Together:

Together in prayer hand in hand hearts held safely in comfort's gentle embrace in this moment..we become one undivided..unconquered God WILL bless America and we shall overcome together(9-11-01)

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Where Will It All End?

Countries fighting, Fires igniting. Children crying, People dying. Planes going down, Bombings of whole towns. Hostages taken, What kind of world are we makin'? Everybody wanting to be on top, Just where will it all stop? Many of these people wishing they were dead, And World War III is rearing it's ugly head.

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Thomas Campion (1567–1620) Now Winter Nights Enlarge Now winter nights enlarge The number of their hours; And clouds their storms discharge. Upon the airy towers. Let now the chimneys blaze. And cups o'erflow with wine, Let well-tuned words amaze. With harmony divine. Now yellow waxen lights. Shall wait on honey love While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights. Sleep's leaden spells remove. This time doth well dispense. With lovers' long discourse; Much speech hath some defense, Though beauty no remorse. All do not all things well; Some measures comely tread, Some knotted riddles tell, Some poems smoothly read. The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights.

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways by Elizabeth Barrett Browning How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right; I love thee purely, as they turn from praise, I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints -I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

GAMES

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