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Post by SunnyGirl on Oct 14, 2008 23:02:11 GMT -5
When little things would irk me, and I grow
Impatient with my dear ones, make me know
How in a moment joy can take its flight
And happiness be quenched in endless night.
Keep this thought within me all the day
That I may guard the harsh words I might say
When I would fret and grumble, fiery hot,
At trifles that tomorrow are forgot.
Help me consider, Lord, how it would be
If these, my loved ones, were not here with me.
Author Unknown
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Post by majestyjo on Oct 3, 2020 19:35:25 GMT -5
Lost a friend yesterday. He hasn't been well and in and out of hospital.
These words made me think of you Bill.
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