If I had a flower for every time I thought of you… I could walk through my garden forever. – Alfred Thompson

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If I had a flower for every time I thought of you… I could walk through my garden forever. – Alfred Thompson

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Who’s a boy gonna talk to if not his mother?

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All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.

-- Abraham Lincoln

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Love is friendship that has caught fire.

-- Ann Landers

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