August 23, 2011 at 12:35 PM
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Who does not take pleasure in a great book? With today’s fast paced lifestyle, it seems very few people read today. It’s such a shame. Something is lost by the loss of reading. I’m not only referring books. We read less in general. Think about the last time you read a novel? It seems the only reading people do today is on a computer. I think it is destroying people’s eyes. I have numerous friends that have jobs that require them to use a computer all work day. Now, after numerous years in these jobs they are all wearing glasses. They have devastated their eyes.
Just as people have to walk a little every day, I really think people need to take a minimum of 15 minutes per day and enjoy a little bit of leisure reading. It will relax your mind. It is good for you too!
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August 22, 2011 at 12:13 AM
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She knew she was by him beloved, she knew.
Her glorious fancies come from far, beneath the silver evening star.
It may not be utill years have passed.
You who would live, would live alone and in sorrow.
Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound.
Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, you desire more of pain than pleasure!
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August 21, 2011 at 10:26 PM
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I just got back from the corner store. I needed to go and buy a few things, there was no food in the house. When I got home my dog had dug a big hole under the fence and he ran off. I just spent the last 30 minutes searching the neighborhood until I could find him.
I need to get a concrete fence put in, the old wooden one is too easy to dig under.
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August 21, 2011 at 9:07 PM
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Damn, what is it with all the political crap recently? It never ends and it’s everywhere. I’ve never really been into politics, but lately it seems like politics are on overdrive. I don’t get it.
No one agrees, which is good I guess. When nothing is agreed upon nothing gets done.
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August 21, 2011 at 7:16 PM
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No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets.
With life all other passions fly.
Never the right time or the place, we misstep.
They sin who tell us Love can die.
Love is ever sick, and yet is never dying.
A little grain shall not be spilt.
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