The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight. –

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The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight. –

-- Anonymous

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The right people will appreciate you, but the wrong ones never will.

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Care for our planet? Go green.

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He that cannot forgive others breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself; for every man has need to be forgiven. ~

-- Thomas Fuller

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A joke sounds like a joke. An insult sounds like an insult. Most people, nowadays, trying to be funny, smuggle insult into jokes.

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