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Spring arrives – not a moment too soon – in pinks and purples and yellows and whites….
Here’s a Bacon poem for the sadness of today. In time there will be a far better…
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Well shoot – I hate not doing what I said I would. It’s February 28th and I…
In February it rains and rains and rains while unhappy pets sit at windows wishing they weren’t…
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We all know this to be true, but it feels good to be reminded: success doesn’t often…