Children
Smiles of innocence and baby teeth, Laughter of ignorant bliss, Happiness in naïveté, With little suns shining in their irises, And fresh hearts pumping liquid gold.
Hands raised in the air, Leaves falling down, Around; Cheers
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Be obscure clearly. - E.B. White
What creates a writer is huge, psychological dysfunction. - Kathy Lette
This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever. - Sigmund Freud (speaking about the Irish)
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair, With our young lives each springimpassioned tree Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change. - Oscar Wilde ( We Are Made One with What We Touch and See)
Then said Jesus, "Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do ..." - Luke 23:34
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