Asked son to father “what creates
rain?”
Said father to son “let me see if I can
explain.”
So father thought for a moment and then
said
“The rain is from angels crying for a
lost soul who is dying.”
Good morning
Cool air Colorful leaves Rise the day has started The sun is up The rooster has crowed Rise the day has started
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Have an idea Have a plan The wheels in your mind turning and churning Work with your idea Turn it into something fantastic
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