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Over the weekend I was at the gathering for my mother's side, and heard the story of what happened to my Uncle Donnie a few years back. He was grumpy the entire year, and wouldn't say what he wanted for Xmas. Everybody got him chocolate covered cherries. At the end of the day, he had 16 boxes of the things.
He lightened up in later years. (It paid off. This year he got a new hitch for his truck.)
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That gun will replace your tongue. You will learn to speak through it. And your poetry will be written in blood.
- Nobody
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