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| Gresham GiftsBaskets | | A man builds a fine house; and now he | | True love stories never have endings. |
| | | has a master, and a task for life: he is | | |
| | | to furnish, watch, show it, and keep it in | | People who say they sleep like a baby |
| | | repair, the rest of his days. | | usually don't have one. |
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| | | You don't really understand human | | One's friends are that part of the human |
| | | nature unless you know why a child on | | race with which one can be human. |
| | | a merry-go-round will wave at his | | |
| | | parents every time around - and why | | Blessed indeed is the man who hears |
| | | his parents will always wave back. | | many gentle voices call him father! |
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| | | A suburban mother's role is to deliver | | Try not. Do or do not. There is no try. |
| | | children obstetrically once, and by car | | |
| | | forever after. | | I still have a full deck; I just shuffle |
| | | | | slower now. |
| | | Sweater, n.: garment worn by child | | |
| | | when its mother is feeling chilly. | | Let us be grateful to people who make |
| | | | | us happy, they are the charming |
| | | Love wouldn't be blind if the Braille | | gardeners who make our souls |
| | | weren't so damned much fun. | | blossom. |
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| | | Love puts the fun in together, the sad in | | There are no shortcuts to any place |
| | | apart, and the joy in a heart. | | worth going. |
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| | | The bitterest tears shed over graves | | Old as she was, she still missed her |
| | | are for words left unsaid and for deeds | | daddy sometimes. |
| | | left undone. | | |
| | | | | You have a cough? Go home tonight, |
| | | To alcohol, the cause and solution to | | eat a whole box of Ex-Lax - tomorrow |
| | | all of life's problems. | | you'll be afraid to cough. |
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| | | What is the opposite of two? A lonely | | The purpose of a liberal education is to |
| | | me, a lonely you. | | make you philosophical enough to |
| | | | | accept the fact that you will never make |
| | | Mothers are fonder than fathers of their | | much money. |
| Medford GiftsBaskets | | children because they are more certain | | |
| Grants Pass GiftsBaskets | | they are their own. | | Friends are kisses blown to us by |
| Roseburg GiftsBaskets | | | | angels. |
| Bend GiftsBaskets | | One can pay back the loan of gold, but | | |
| Eugene GiftsBaskets | | one dies forever in debt to those who | | Sleep, riches, and health to be truly |
| | | are kind. | | enjoyed must be interrupted. |
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| | | We loved with a love that was more | | Friends are those rare people who ask |
| | | than love. | | how you are and then wait for the |
| | | | | answer. |
| | | [N]o party is any fun unless seasoned | | |
| | | with folly. | | The most I can do for my friend is |
| | | | | simply be his friend. |
| | | Anyone can be passionate, but it takes | | |
| | | | | thread running through a man's words |
| | | | | when he talks to his daughter, and |
| | | | | gradually over the years it gets to be |
| | | | | long enough for you to pick up in your |
| | | | | hands and weave into a cloth that feels |
| | | | | like love itself. |
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