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I remember that song..... catchy melody. But most who say goodbye in here either never leave or they return quickly. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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Summer at "camp"? Pack your helmet & Thorazine? Hop on the short bus and have fun! PS - be sure to tell your pshrink team about your TDS/pig/penis/shooting your penis delusions.
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The Slippy Stane. Wade canny through this weary world, An' pick your steps wi' care ; Never wi' your neebours quarrel, But aye dae what is fair. Folks fa' an' never rise again, Wha never fell before, For there's aye a muckle slippy stane At ilka body's door. Gin your neebour chance to slip, Ye mauny pass him by, But len' a han', help him up, Dinna lat him lie The case may sometimes be your ain, Tho' ye hae walth in stone For there's aye a muckle slippy stane At ilka body's door. There's slippy stanes where'er ye gang, At palace, cot, or ha', An' ye maun watch an' no' gang wrang, Or ower them ye may fa'. For emperors and kings hae fa'en, An' nobles mony a score; For there's aye a muckle slippy stane At ilke body's door.
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