Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, champagne in one hand strawberries in the other and screaming What a ride!
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, champagne in one hand strawberries in the other and screaming What a ride!
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them or the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them.
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That is a beautiful verse...thank you so much for sharing.
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