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Many people will walk in and out of your life,
But only true friends leave footprints in your heart.
To handle yourself, use your head;
To handle others, use your heart.

Anger is only one letter short of Danger.
God gives every bird its food,
But he doesn't throw it into its nest.

He who loses money, loses much;
He who loses friends, loses more;
He who loses faith, loses all.

Beautiful young people are acts of nature,
Beautiful old people are works of art.

Learn from the mistakes of others.
You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.

The tongue weighs practically nothing,
But so few people can hold it.

Friends, you and me....
You brought another friend....
and then there were three....
We started our group...
Our circle of friends....
and like that circle....
There's no beginning or end.

~ Unknown

441 posted on 11/17/2003 4:03:02 PM PST by Soaring Feather (~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry is the flair.)
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To: bentfeather
This is what I see
A reflection of me

Would you like to know my pain
Will you bring me there again

Oh I understand of sparrows
Not the target of my arrows

I understand wilderness
We all do, and we congress

Here in this substitute
I am not here to refute

Just take note, that I see
The real value of poetry

442 posted on 11/17/2003 4:28:05 PM PST by Radix (Hooray for new Tag Lines, I simply love them.)
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To: bentfeather
God gives every bird its food,
But he doesn't throw it into its nest.


Good lines. Too bad the author is unknown.
444 posted on 11/17/2003 6:47:55 PM PST by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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