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Friday, May 07, 2010 the him
" She's a true angel, a mortal of virtue,
Ever ready to save and help when I've no clue,

My bestest friend ever, what else can I ask for?
A Gift of Love from God, need I have to say more?

The one true 'sister' I never had,
She's always with me in times both good and bad,

Many a' time I've dreamed and prayed,
That someday soon we'll meet, go out, and play!

Every night before I finally rest my tired eyes...
I think a last thought for those in my life,

Who've never let me down and worked so hard,
And I tell God, "she'll always be in my heart..."

C. Clark


10:00 AM

WEI

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions—the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitessimals of pleasurable thought and genial feeling.