I Crossed A Bridge to Parody vs Original - Stairs 

One man faces his bridge 

Another man faces his his stairs 

I Crossed A Bridge (poem) 

I crossed a bridge that wasn�t there
And from their perches voices stare
In emptiness so much to share
If one could speak they wouldn�t dare
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I sit on stairs not meant to climb
We witness to some long lost crime
And wonder why the church bells chime
To moments safely held in time
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I unlock doors that never close
I ask them why I get a pose
I thought we�d share a last repose
I dreamt dreams were bright lit suppose
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I crossed a bridge not made by me
Behind are doors that will not free
Ahead a world of what�s to be
With all the bridges they will see 

Through a confused world a man finds his way home in this poem. This seems like  simple rhyme. Each line is a metaphor. A hint to what's going on happened at the end of the third stanza. This poem is written in iambic octameter. (Eight beats of weak followed by strong pulses.) In the forth line of the third stanza the iambic pulse is broken. 

I did have a pretty amazing life, but there was a big question mark. I went to college to be music teacher. One year before I graduated, I was told there would not be a future for music teachers. I was a pretty good singer and song writer. My partner and I got an audition at Fantasy Records. Days before the audition, my partner fell apart (family problems). My photographer career ended when Arlene became self conscience about the models. And so it was with all the opportunities that came my way. Let's skip ahead a couple of decades. To be a Freemason a man was assigned a personal mentor. He would help the candidate memorize his obligations and make sure he understood the basic framework of Masonry. All that changed in 2005 when Fred Nielsen and I introduced a new system.It was the Masonic Information Night. One night a week were any Mason could learn. It is open to anyone, but the rituals are only shared with Masons. The classes proved more effective in advancing men, sharing information and getting men involved. After leading these classes for four years, it was time to turn these classes over to the structure of Freemasonry. I was outside the building at the time. All I had been through has brought me to this.

Life is a riddle. What does it all mean? Why do things happen as they do? We could get lost in theories. There is one truth. It is there in the mirror. It is us. We are the the answer to all that happened to us.  We could go back through our memories to our childhood. We could explore our feelings towards our parents. But we can never fully know them. Then there are those ever changing memories. So it is with all things. All that was; All that happened brought us here.  Pretty amazing, when we think about it. And here is where our life's answers lie. (This doesn't mean not to use facts information, leads out there to help us.) For now, here we are, The product of all that happened to us. A reason enough to Enjoy.

Need some more clues: The Tallest Man on Earth  "the Dreamer" 

Let's cross the bridge to silliness 

The Untouchables was a 1987 film directed by Brian De Palma staring Kevin Costner and Robert De Niro; In the film federal agent Eliot Ness sets out to stop Al Capone; because of rampant corruption, he assembles a small, hand-picked team.

Let's climb the stairs with Antonio Maria Da Silva AMDSFilms to something different. "PARODY VS ORIGINAL. EP1. MOVIE MASHUP. AMDSFILMS." 

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We must let go of the life we have planned, 

so as to accept the one that is waiting for us. 

Joseph Campbell

Her Smile to Club Seduction 

One lady's seduction is her smile 

Another lady's seduction is lost to the unknown 

Her Smile (sonnet) 

Behold oh happy heart her smile yet glows
In dreams once set to wonder at her touch
While wandering mid stars which she would clutch
As she would recreate the scent of rose
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There never was a smile which dared so much
To share with us another way to dance
Of possibilities behind a chance
But for a moment we can be as such
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A smile returning flowers now enhance
Each adding unique flavor to her style
A simple show her life was all worthwhile
Forever�s lover will fall in her trance
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Now as she sleeps what dreams does she beguile
Which calls me off to wander with a smile

A smile so enchanting wanders through a sonnet. At first glaze this looks like a Shakespearean sonnet. On closer examination, it doesn't follow the Shakespearean rhyme scheme. The center rhymes become the outer rhymes of the following stanza. 

It is no secret, I'm a sucker for a kiss. Arlene did have a "take me away" smile. There was a time when that smile disappeared. Arlene was working at a computer company. It was a small start-up. The employees were like a family. Arlene liked this job a lot. Something big was discovered at her job. Something that required the "family" to put in extra hours. Whatever it was went on for weeks. The owners brought in food, entertainment and other incentives. At the home front, I could tell the hours were getting to Arlene. It was in her smile.

It was a Thursday. I arrived at Arlene's job unexpected. Little did Arlene know that I contacted the owners and shared my concern about Arlene. With a little confusion, I convinced Arlene to come with me, to the cheers of her coworkers. I took Arlene to her favorite store for some clothes shopping, From there I took her to an early dinner, After dessert, I handed her a note. It was a thank you note from the owners, with a check to cover dinner. From dinner, I took Arlene for a little dancing. I could tell she was tired, so even though she was enjoying the evening, I took her home.  After a shower, I gave her a message. Somewhere in there Arlene fell asleep. As I turned off the lights I caught sight of her face. There was that smile which said it all.

Sometimes the doctor doesn't take his own advise. No one has to tell us or remind us about taking a break or a time-out from something that is a chore. What if it's something we like? What if we really like our job? What if we're really into something? Overall, this can be a good thing. But stay alert. Our body has ways of communicating with us. Even the best job can make us tired. Some routines, though they seem pleasant, may have a negative effect on us and/or take a tole on our enjoyment of it. Stay alert. Take breaks. Do or try something different  or a different way of doing things. "Variety is the spice of life." Not just a saying, There are meanings, depths in it. Believe it or not, all of this is for us to Enjoy.

Back to the smile: Daryl Hall and John Oates "Sarah Smile" 

A smile is one thing. Then there's...

Five interesting fact about smiles:

1. Forcing yourself to smile can boost your mood: Psychologists have found that even if you�re in bad mood, you can instantly lift your spirits by forcing yourself to smile.
2. It boosts your immune system: Smiling really can improve your physical health, too. Your body is more relaxed when you smile, which contributes to good health and a stronger immune system.
3. Smiles are contagious: It�s not just a saying: smiling really is contagious, scientists say. In a study conducted in Sweden, people had difficulty frowning when they looked at other subjects who were smiling, and their muscles twitched into smiles all on their own.
4. Smiles Relieve Stress: Your body immediately releases endorphins when you smile, even when you force it. This sudden change in mood will help you feel better and release stress.
5. Women smile more than men: Generally, women smile more than men, but when they participate in similar work or social roles, they smile the same amount. This finding leads scientists to believe that gender roles are quite flexible. Boy babies, though, do smile less than girl babies, who also make more eye contact. 

Then there's this. "Baroness von Sketch Show | Club Seduction | IFC" 

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Smile, it is the key that fits the lock of everybody's heart. 

Anthony J. D'Angelo

 

Your Dreams to Great Day 

Some dreams are blessings for all 

Some dreams are questionable 

Your Dreams (poem) 

Turn on your dreams across the waiting sky
The day has dawned to see a rare gift fly
Though hidden voices try to hold you back
A heart beats hope which nothing can deny
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So many stars so many flowers bloom
Yet only one this time and place assume
Just one more face to lose among the crowd
Or guiding light a scent of hope�s perfume
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So much of life is seasoning of you
Great things may grow of smallest thing you do
Or simply sit and leave to someone else
The time is ticking on a moment true
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Those voices with their shouts of some escape
To clouds which no one else has seen before
They breed upon your emptiness and doubt
These tears await to see your darkest night
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Turn on your dreams and let that stranger go
Let all who touch you bask amid your glow
Let gift of you inspire another�s flow
The world is blessed through dreams which you bestow

Dreams, held back, blossom into reality with this poem. Not only is this poem about dream, its structure imitates realizing dreams. In the first three stanzas the third line doesn't rhyme. This represents a shortcoming. The fourth stanza doesn't rhymes at all. In the final stanza all the lines rhyme. 

I have been blessed to have lived a dream. Though I did have one day that was absolutely perfect from beginning to end, my dream was not perfect. My childhood was a nightmare. Thank God I met Mr. Johnny Land, a teacher, who would give me a life most can only dream about. I have been a singer, a song writer, a photographer, a teacher, a speaker, a leader and a volunteer. Awards? Oh yes, I have quite a few. My biggest is from San Francisco, for my work with the public schools, and the Freemasons, for my charity work. Though I was not a world traveler, I have seen much of America and turned California inside out. My life has been so blessed that, religious or not, I had to give back. I consider myself. economically, lower middle class. Chevron, the Masons, friendships, associates financed my dreams. Now I find myself on the other side of life's riddle. My life was so full, it is hard getting old. I did so much. I miss it all. I miss Arlene. But then comes the dream in the form of Amor, my new wife. How can I be sad with Amor around? My life now is so drastically different from what it was, my doctors have suggested I take antidepressants. I told the doctors, I don't need medication, I have Amor.

Dreams; I put it out there that they are not just a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep. They can and do come into the real world. Ever gone to a stage production lately? The things going on, right before our eyes. Ever use a cell phone? 50 years ago they were science fiction. Someone had a dream. And us? Do we have a dream? In today's world it is even easier to realize our dreams. The first step is knowing, accepting that we can. The next step is knowing ourselves and what is important to us. Then all that remains is the doing. (Not talking or thinking about it, but doing.) We may fall a little short if our dream(s) is really big, but there are dreams within dreams. We may not ever be President of the United States, but few have tried and even fewer have run. President? That someone special? That life? The possibilities of dreams are endless, limitless. We are wonderful. The fertile soil of so much more. Live that dream and Enjoy.

Take it away Harriet: Mack David/Al Hoffman/Jerry Livingston 

"A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes" 

Then there is the illusion 

Cocaine is a powerfully addictive stimulant drug made from the leaves of the coca plant native to South America. Although health care providers can use it for valid medical purposes, such as local anesthesia for some surgeries. Cocaine increases levels of the natural chemical messenger dopamine in brain circuits controlling pleasure and movement. 

What is the point to knowing about this illegal drug? Take it away Lonely Island. "Great Day" 

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The future belongs to those 

who believe in the beauty of their dreams. 

Eleanor Roosevelt

 

The Answer to Granny Grab Your Gun (Part 2) 

Tankas about answers 

Grannies continue to search for answers 

Was Always There (tanka) 

It was always there
Though imagined places searched
Unknown waters lurched
While it waited hopefully
The answer about one�s self

Crystal Shores (tanka) 

In the moonlit night
Somewhere mid life�s crystal shores
Lovers once again
Search heaven�s stars for answers
Found within each other�s heart

The Answer (tanka) 

The lovers wondered
Will the season come again
Warmed by winds of youth
And as they searched tomorrows
Found the answer in their eyes

Answers are explored in these tankas. A traditional tanka is 5 lines of 31 syllables total, arranged thus: 5/7/5/7/7. The modern tanka started to appear as early as 1862 with the noted poet Ogai Mori. Modern tankas challenge the traditional rules. One of these noted modern tanka writers was Nobuyuki Okuma (1893�1977). He distinguished himself as an outspoken social critic, yet he also excelled at tanka in his younger days. Here is one of his tankas: 

Third-Class Car on a Night Train

crumpled handkerchief

in one hand

with no baggage

slender legs exposed

standing near the door

swaying

and sighing from time to time

Talk about "the rules". I used to work at Chevron Corporation. My job was Customer Assistant. A Chevron employee comes to me with any graphic or Art oriented job and I figure out how to get it done (and even coordinate). These could be anything from a simple copy job to the big 100 year anniversary party for the Chevron airport hangars. My talent was thinking outside the store that sells the box. My thinking was: with Chevron's money anything could be accomplished and we'll work down hill from there. I was different and my clients had to get use to (get over) it. I would wear suits or nice sports coats. But I would dye my hair. I also wore an earring. One that dangled. I was a sight to see. I was Martin. I earned the privilege to look different at Chevron's headquarters. I had coordinated the printing and distribution of Chevron's Standardized Accounting Practices. I introduced a better Refinery Training and Safety brochure. Before there were computers, there was the (information) War Room. I brought it to Chevron. These were just an inkling of the things I did to allow me to walk outside "the rules" in the corporate world. (Not only walk but see.)

We are all different (unique, individuals). Yet, in some matters we conform to a norm. Some people tend to dress similar to those they hang around with. People tend to associate with others of similar likes, beliefs and interests.People tend to speak the language {including accents and dialects) as those in their communities. To be truly different; To stand out in a crowd, may come at a cost. People may stare. People may talk. People may treat us differently. ...and there are the bullies. We may or may not get use it. We are all different. Take pride in our uniqueness. Be proud of who we are. I believe the big "rule" is: Be true to yourself. In the end, confidence will win out. Remember, we are wonderful. Being who we are give worlds to Enjoy.

Need some more inspiration: Jessie J "Who You Are" 

Gun. mace or cat 

According to the LA Times, there is little difference if a gun or pepper spray is used for home or personal protection. It is interesting though that more men prefer guns, while pepper spray is preferred by a majority of women. 

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You are unique, and if that is not fulfilled, 

then something has been lost. 

Martha Graham

There�s Something In The Wind to What About "Non-Stop" 

The wind whispers of a moment 

Two doormen excite of a moment 

There�s Something In The Wind (Italian sonnet) 

There�s something in the wind which calls to me
A scent of heaven playing on my heart
A promise path mid all which life can be
And hopes and dreams are never far apart
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There�s something in the wind which makes me stray
To realms where reason�s spring still sweetly charms
And passion is the purpose of the day
While wonder waits to thrills with outstretched arms
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Why waste this moment searching for a clue
Or search out purposes which might explain
The times to make a memory are few
Don�t let the stain of pain spoil soft refrain
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There�s something in the wind which warms my soul
A whisper all I know to be is right
A whispered pledge that I�ll again be whole
When wind will draw you back into my sight

Something refreshing calls to this lover in the wind of this Italian sonnet. This a standard love sonnet. The conflict stanza (the third quatrain) is slightly different .The first, second and forth stanzas are descriptive. They describe something in the wind. The third quatrain (the conflict stanza) poses a question, a challenge.

I was 20 when Arlene and I moved into our "Palace in the Sky". It was a small apartment with a large balcony on Twin Peaks. The balcony was built on the roof of a neighboring apartment. We had an unbelievable view of  eastern San Francisco. Our palace was under (aligned with) one of the peaks, so when the fog rolled in, it wouldn't touch us for a while. Imagine the escapades of teenage lovers in such a paradise. This paradise came at a cost. Arlene and I were going to college. And there were the expenses.  So we both had to work. School, work, cooking, cleaning and homework... Young or not, we were often tired. It was laundry day. We had just finished dinner. School and work had been unusually rough. I was doing the dishes and looking forward to relaxing with Arlene on the balcony. From out of nowhere, Arlene appears at the bedroom door. Lookin' fine as fine could be. "Let's go out", she said. She was as tired, as I was. As I changed clothes, I began to regain my energy. The Castro District was a walking maze away. There was always interesting and unusual entertainment there. As the evening dazzled on, Arlene began to look better and better. We were refreshed. I learned something valuable that evening.

Even kissing every night by the lights of a beautiful city guided by the stars can become routine. There is more than one way to get that needed "rest and refreshment". It's been another rough day. We're tired. The couch, the easy chair, the bed look so inviting. Sound familiar? Why not? We deserve it? Here and idea. Do something different. We're tired. A friend offers us a free dinner. All of the sudden we have all the energy in the world. Not only that. The next day we can hardly wait to tell our coworkers. What happened? Something special, something different can have this effect on us. A change can be just, if not more, effective as that easy chair. Those kisses...? Never have to get stale. Refresh our self. Do something different. Remember the key word: Enjoy.

Need some more inspiration: Haley Westenra "Listen to the Wind" 

What's a good movie 

"Non-Stop" is a 2014 mystery action thriller film directed by Jaume Collet-Serra and starring Liam Neeson. Alcoholic and world-weary, U.S. Air Marshal Bill Marks (Liam Neeson) lost his passion for his work long ago. Even though lives are potentially at stake during every flight, he sees the assignment as just a desk job. However, his "ordinary day at the office" becomes a high-stakes crisis during a flight to London. Marks receives a series of text messages demanding that he instruct the airline to transfer $150 million into an offshore account, or a passenger will die every 20 minutes. 

Is the movie any good? Let's ask these doormen and find out. "Key & Peele - What About "Non-Stop," Though?" 

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What is the purpose of being human 

and alive without doing new things? 

John Sulston

 

Yesterday to I'm Batman 

A lover reflecting on yesterday 

The Riddler reflecting on Batmen 

Yesterday (lyrical poem) 

I often look into the stars
And think about just where you are
And can you see what I can see
Is there a time you think of me
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When I�m alone I talk to you
The unsaid praises you were due
Alone I listen carefully
A word a sign you sent to me
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But maybe it�s too far away
The things I lost to yesterday
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The images that I hold dear
Make me believe that you are near
Again upon my knees with you
Forgive the sorrows we�ve been through
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Or maybe it�s too far away
Those things I pay for yesterday
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I ask you to look through my heart
The moments we shared at the start
And if you see that I�m untrue
I do not know what more to do
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Still maybe you�re too far away
And maybe there�s no yesterday
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But still just once in a while
There�s hope I still make you smile
Till then
And when
I�m with you again
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Remember that was yesterday
And yesterday is far away 

A person reflects on yesterday and someone in this lyrical poem. In this song stanzas with four lines are verses. Stanzas with two line are the choruses. The last verse (the stanza with five lines) is a verse and a coda. Throughout, the meter is kept tight, so that this easily fits into a song. 

Arlene passed away on August 11, 2003. She lived such a grand life that for days people came to say their goodbyes. There was not even standing room at the church where her funeral service was held. People waited outside the doors.The Freemasons (a men's organisation) held a funeral reception in honor and celebration of all she had done. And me? I spend many-a time revisiting yesterday. Did it really happen? It was unbelievable. I have pictures and other visual records and memorabilia that hint something did happen. Many dreams, that we gave birth to, took on lives of their own and live through others. In the days that we were together, there were were many Martins. There was Martin the musician. Martin the photographer. ...the spiritual leader, the dancer, the outdoors-man. the parent, the coach, the leader and much more. Me. Many of them floating in yesterday. And now yesterday claims her. My partner. Arlene. I miss her a lot. Yet how can I be sad? It all was pretty fantastic. Yesterday has taken so much, but returned wonderful memories and more for myself and for others. A wonderful garden of splendors. At the end of which is a light, The warm welcome light of tomorrow.

Such is the nature. the wonder of our existence. Always living in the past and guessing at the future. We humans are incapable of living in the "now". What exists in a picture, we are incapable of doing, We need motion for everything. Even wilder, by the time we experience anything. it has already happened. Fast as it may be, it takes time for things to reach the brain and for the brain to process the information. When one considers all that transpires in any experience and how fast it all happens, it's amazing. Now throw this in. What we experience rarely represents what actually occurred. From the moment of an experience it must pass through filters to, in and from the the brain. As time is added to when an experience happened more is added to or taken away from the actual experience. So when someone (like me) says, "live in the now", we understand why this is somewhat confusing. Yet, we are still wonderful. Take in the wonder and Enjoy.

Joy may be found anywhere: Al Marconi "Black Rain" 

Batman riddles the Riddler 

The Riddler, or Edward Nigma, is a fictional supervillain appearing in American comic books published by DC Comics. He is an adversary of Batman. The character made his first appearance in Detective Comics #140 (October, 1948) and was created by Bill Finger and Dick Sprang. The Riddler takes delight in incorporating riddles and puzzles into his plots, and leaves them as clues for the authorities and Batman to solve. 

Now the gang of Studio C has Batman posing a riddle for the master of puzzles. "I'm Batman" 

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It's sad to know I'm done. 

But looking back, I've got a lot of great memories. 

Bonnie Blair

He Wonders to When You Walk Your Anxious Puppy 

A lost lover wonders in the darkness of his world 

A cute puppy wonders through the excitement of its world 

He Wonders (English sonnet) 

He wonders how his world got out of hand
What madness chased the one he loved away
That lovers have such hurtful things to say
Is something now he cannot understand
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He wonders through his world of disarray
Was this the paradise that they had planned
Their love it seems was just a brittle strand
A fragile dream in search of its own day
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He wonders how his world could hold such pain
And every heartbeat only promised more
There seemed no limit to a soul�s despair
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He wonders now their world he might regain
As dreams now turn toward shadow at the door
And through his tears he sees his lover there 

Follow a lover';s despair through this English sonnet. As most sonnets pf this type this one is divided into two parts. though subtly. In the first part (the quatrains) we have a lover coming to term with a mistake. In the second half (the triplets) comes the feelings. Feelings that call to her. 

Funny how a young/new love covers up so much. Either we act differently when we meet that someone special or our eyes are a little too forgiving or a little of both. As the relationship goes on things become clearer. This happened to one of Arlene's coworkers, Mitch. How any girl could fall for Mitch was beyond Arlene and others in the office. One did though. What kind of girl would fall for Mitch? At one of Arlene's office parties we got to meet her. She seemed pretty normal. About a month after the party Mitch brings his home problems to work. One day Mitch shows up at the door with a bottle of Amaretto (Arlene's favorite drink). Arlene, the Cosmopolitan girl, had a reputation for strong  people skills.  It seems the girl had left Mitch. Arlene did nothing but tell Mitch what people at work were saying about him. That's all.A different person started showing up at work, No one knows how, but the girl found out about the changed man, After some time and investigation she was flattered and knew Mitch was the guy for her. It was rumored that it was Arlene, who informed the girl about Mitch.

There was a lot going on in the Mitch story. We have a person others talk about. We have a relationship gone sour. We have a person working on himself. Let's get one thing clear: I believe, we are who we are. It is solely up to us whether to change, or if we can change. I believe, if a coworker acts in way that is disturbing, it should be brought to their attention. I have been taught that a healthy team atmosphere is essential to a group's success. If an individual wants to be different, let them. Rejoice in it. In a relationship we have that "halfway point" and "can I live with this". The truth of the matter is: how much are willing to change (if at all) to be with that other person? I do believe some people are made for each other. (Sometimes in strange ways.) There are times and instances when change can be good for us: like don't argue with a police officer when he wants to write us a ticket, The bottom line is that it is our life. We should be allowed to be what and who we like and be as different as we like. That's what makes us wonder. So be proud of who we are and Enjoy.

How about a moody melody to go with that sonnet: Edgar Tuniyants "In the lonely night" 

Do you love puppies 

Like humans, puppies are born without teeth. However, they can't hear, see or smell, either. Puppies don't open their eyes or begin to hear until they're 1 to 2 weeks old, according to the VCA (Veterinary Centers of America), and they can't smell until about three weeks post birth. Until then, it's very important for the mini-puppies to stay close to mom and their siblings to eat and grow properly. And puppies are cute. 

Here is a cute commercial starring a puppy. "When You Walk Your Anxious Puppy // Presented By BuzzFeed & Puppy Chow" 

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Love comes to those who still hope although 

they�ve been disappointed,to those who still 

believe although they�ve been betrayed,

to those who still love although they�ve been 

hurt before.

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