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Here is a link to a poem that was written for me by a
most beautiful kind and loving soul. I thought it a great
honor to recieve such a gift. Thank you Rose of Ireland, my friend!
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4539663
And here also is a link to her home-page so you can read
and enjoy her most wonderful poetry.
http://allpoetry.com/Rose%20of%20Ireland
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A favorite poem of mine!

By:Samual Walter Foss
public domain 1899


HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD

THERE are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
Where highways never ran-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat
Nor hurl the cynic's ban-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife,
But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,
Both parts of an infinite plan-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish - so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.



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This one is just for fun.
THE WORLD'S SHORTEST FAIRY TALE (My kind of story! Women take heed!)

Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl 'Will you marry me?' The girl
said:'NO!' And the girl lived happily ever-after and went shopping,
dancing, camping, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never
had to cook, did whatever she wanted, never argued, didn't
get fat, traveled more, didn't save money, and had
all the hot water to herself. She went to the theater, never watched
sports, never wore lacey lingerie that went up her butt, had
high self esteem, never cried or yelled, felt and looked fabulous in
sweat pants and was pleasant all the time.
The End