Maybe this Christmas will mean something more
Maybe this year love will appear
Deeper than ever before
And maybe forgiveness will ask us to call
Someone we love
Someone we’ve lost
For reasons we can’t quite recall

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No one in the world is perfect.
Heaven knows I am not,
But I do my best.
In the end that is what matters.
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"Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air. You name them - work, family, health, Friends and spirit and you're keeping all of these in the Air.
You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball.
If you drop it, it will bounce back.
But the other four Balls - Family, Health, Friends and Spirit - are made of glass. If you drop one of these; they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or even shattered. They will never be the same. You must understand that and strive for it.
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you are what you make of yourself.
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Horror gripped the heart of a World War-I soldier, as he saw his
lifelong friend fall in battle. The soldier asked his Lieutenant if he
could go out to bring his fallen comrade back.

"You can go," said the Lieutenant, "but don't think it will be worth it.
Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your life away."

The Lieutenant's words didn't matter, and the soldier went anyway.
Miraculously, he managed to reach his friend, hoisted him onto his
shoulder and brought him back to their company's trench.
The officer checked the wounded soldier, then looked kindly at his friend.
" I told you it wouldn't be worth it," he said. "Your friend is dead
and you are mortally wounded."
"It was worth it, Sir," said the soldier.
"What do you mean by worth it?" responded the Lieutenant."Your friend is dead."
"Yes Sir," the soldier answered,
"but it was worth it because when I got to him, he was still alive and he said with tears in his eyes....
" Man...I knew you would come ! "
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if you don't go when you want to go
when you do go you will find you are gone.
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It is not the critic that counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done them better but the credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena.

A man is like blade of grass,
grows up in the spring, strong and healthy and green and he reaches middle age and he ripens as he were and then in the automn like a blade of grass he finishes, just fades away and never comes back, just like a blade of grass.
When a man is dead he is dead.
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Can somebody help me
Am Lost and confused
I've been there before
But my mind ain't much use
Forgot what I came for
OR why I am here,
It's all so easy on my own.
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Day burns down to Night
Burns the edge of my soul
In the night I break into sparks of suns
And become fires end
The dust of boNes...

In the night i see
The real concealed
In the days bright LIE,
Eyes stitched shut
White TEETH SMILE.

SLEEP Walks
AND Talks
AND FEET
MURK TIME
To the drum less beat
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When you are sad.....I will dry your tears.
When you are scared.....I will comfort your fears.
When you are worried.....I will give you hope.
When you are confused......I will help you cope.
And when you are lost.
And can't see the light...........
I shall be your beacon....Shining ever so bright.
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Yesterday is history,
Tomorrow is a mystery,
Today is a gift so, called present...
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I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately,
I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life,
To put to rest all that was not life and not when I had come to die
Discover that I had not lived.