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some jankee cucu:

>life passed her by.
>
>all i could see was distance.
>my face was on my head.
>on the ground was everywhere.
>the morning of march 3rd dawned like any other.


Work is our business it's success is God s.
If we had no faults of our own, we should not take so much pleasure in noticing 
those in others.

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I am persuaded that every time a man smiles, but much more so when he laughs, it
 adds something to this fragment of life.
The course of human history is determined, not by what happens in the skies, but
 by what takes place in our hearts.
No cause has he to say his doom is harsh, who's made the master of his destiny.
God, that dumping ground of our dreams.