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We weave
Fibers of grief and glee and
Pain and pleasure and
Vexation and constancy.
We twist
Licorice sticks of tribulation and fortune and
Affliction and substance and
Torment and mirth.
We writhe
In motions of love and hate and
Hope and despair and
Tolerance and prejudice.
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A word to the wise ain't necessary - it's the stupid ones who need the advice.
--Bill Cosby
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