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Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.

Time is too slow for those who wait,
too swift for those who fear,
too long for those who grieve,
too short for those who rejoice,
but for those who love, time is eternity.

For one human being to love another:
that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks;
the ultimate, the last test and proof,
the work for which all other work is but preparation.

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me.

The first duty of love - is to listen

"Do you love me because I am beautiful,
or am I beautiful because you love me?"

"I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved."

Q: Why do blondes look up and smile at lightning?
A: They think someone is taking their picture.

Q: What do UFO's and smart blondes have in common?
A: You keep hearing about them, but never see any.

Q: Why can't blondes count to 70?
A: Because 69 is a bit of a mouthful.

"I would never do crack... I would never do a drug named after a part of my own ass, okay?"

"I can resist everything except temptation."

"Time is never wasted when you're wasted all the time."

Q: Why is a blonde like a door knob?
A: Because everybody gets a turn.



Taking your wife on a cruise means circling the Dairy Queen.

You believe dual air bags refer to your wife and mother-in-law.

Your father executes the "pull my finger" trick during Christmas dinner.

You've got more than one brother named 'Darryl'.

The people on Jerry Springer's show remind you of your neighbors.

You've been married three times and still have the same in-laws.

You lit a match in the bathroom and your house exploded right off it's wheels.

You carried a fishing pole into Sea World.

You think there's nothin wrong with incest as long as you keep it in the family.

You can get dog hair from out of your belly button.

You think the three primary colors are John Deere Green, Ford Blue, and Primer Gray.

The beer can collection in the town museum is the big tourist attraction.

You think loading the dishwasher means getting your wife drunk.

You take a load to the dump and bring back more than you took.

You believe that beef jerky and Moon Pies are two of the major food groups.

You think genitalia is an Italian airline.

You let your twelve-year-old daughter smoke at the dinner table in front of her kids.

You think a woman who is "out of your league" bowls on a different night.

The Halloween pumpkin on your front porch has more teeth than your wife.

You think taking a bubble bath starts with eating beans for dinner.

You buy your jewelry at the hardware store.


My New Best Friend
Today i met a great new friend
Who knew me right away
It was funny how she understood
All i had to say
She listened to my problems
She listened to my dreams
We talked about love and life
She'd been there too, it seemed
I never once felt judged by her
 She knew how i felt
She seemed to just accept me
And all the problems i'd been dealt
She didn't interrupt me
 Or need to have her say
 She just listened ni every single way,
And didn't go away
I wanted her to understand
How much she ment to me
 But as i went to hug her
 Something startled me
I put my arms in front of me
 And wanted to pull her nearer
And realized that my new best friend
Was nothing but a mirror.

Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face i wear.
For i wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that i'm affraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art thats second nature to me,
but don't be fooled.
For god's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that i'm secure,
that confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
that the waters calm and i'm in command,
and that i need no one.
But don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface
is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness.
but i hide this. i don't want anybody to know it.
i panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed.
that's why i frantically create a mask to hide behind,a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.
but such a glance is precisely my salvation.
my hope, and i know it.
That is if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers i so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what i can't  assure myself,
 that i'm really worth something.
i don't like to hide,
i don't like to play superficial phony games.
i want to stop playing them.
i want to be genuine and spontaneous and me,
but you've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing i seem to want.
only you can wipe away from my eyes
the bland stare of the breathing dead.
only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind and gentle and encouraging
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!none the same.
with your power to toucj me into feeling
you can breath life inot me.
i want you to know that.
who am i, you may wonder.
i am someone you know very well.
fro i am every man you meet,
and i am every woman you meet.

The Girl Next Door
Do you remember
Many years ago
When we were young,
How we used to play together
It seems like only yesturday--
The childhood world
Of clowns and cotten candy
And summer days
That never seemed to end
When we played hide`n`seek
From four o`clock till duck
Teh sat outside on someones stoop
And listened to the crickets
And slapped away mosquitoes
And talked about our dreams
And what we'd do when we grew up
Until our mothers called us in.
And do you remember
That one winter when it snowed
For days and days on end
And we tried to build an igloo
Like th eEskimos?
OR when we made a game
Of raking leaves
All up and down th estreet
Until we'd made the biggest pile
And then we jumped in it?
Or how about the time
We gathered honeysuckle
From your yard
And sold it to the neibours?
And the grand day when finally
The training wheels came off our bikes
And we were free
To explore the world
In an afternoon
On our own street.
But those days passed by furtively
And we grew up, as children do
Until we reached a day when we
Assumed that we were too grown-up
To play amid the trees on summer nights...
and when i see you now
You've changed in ways i can't explain
You're like a rose that blooms before its time
And falls a victim to
The February frost.
Because the waist on your jeans is getting tight
Symbolic of a youth that's not yor own
And your face is pale and green--
You don't look well.
I see you scowling at the street
From the window in your room,
It's so rare to see you smileing anymore.
And when a car pulls up ouside
You run downstairs and out the door
With a suitcase in each hand
And the car speeds away
And the girl next door is gone.
And i long once more
For the summer days
When i stood on your porch
And banged on your door
And bade you come outside to greet
 the afternoon's adventures.
Won't you come out to play, once more?
For we are still so young...