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Dr. Seuss said: "Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."

It's starting to snow

I've been tearing up boxes
before I throw them away
My feet hurt and
my hairs getting gray
I'm starting to realize
I'm not here to stay

Forty years gone
maybe forty to go
What do I do now
Where should I go
My children are raised
and it's starting to snow

I'll paint more paintings
before I am dead
I would paint one now
but I'm all out of red
So I guess I'll stop writing
and just go to bed

Michael Rice

Life begins at conception.

Abortion is murder.

Women do not have

the right to an abortion.

Any women who kills

a baby is a sick, twisted,

lowlife piece of shit that

should be sterilized and

locked up for life.

- Anonymous-

Today I stopped
caring and became unloved
Yesterday, I laughed
when I should have
cried and became unfeeling
Tomorrow, if it comes, who cares
I've become vapid As I slowly peel
away the layers of my humanity
I become an animal
like it was... in the beginning

By Leslee Fornof

Do not condemn the judgment of another because it differs from your own. You may both be wrong.

"It smells like animals in here"
she said as she went to the rest
room to shave the hair off her
legs, nipples and arm pits.

"Son, look, we might be in the desert, but we are still civilized people, and civilized people put up arbitrary boundaries that they will fight to the death to protect."

— Hal speaking to Dewey,
— Malcolm in The Middle

Life is greater than all art.

-GANDHIJI

Kua

I thought you loved me

you turned out to be a child

laughing in the sun.

I thought you wanted me

you turned out to be a little girl

with to many reasons to run.

I thought you needed me

but I was wrong

I needed you.

- Mike Rice-

12-31-06

‘Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,

His new wife had left him, her heart made of stone.

I had come down the chimney with presents to give,

and to see just who in this home did live.

I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,

no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.

No stockings by mantle, just boots on the floor,

photographs of his wife hung next to the door.

All over the walls were photographs of all kinds,

images of his wife everywhere I could find,

a sober thought came through my mind.

For this house was different, it was dark and dreary,

I found the home of Mike Rice, once I could see clearly.

Mike lay sleeping, silent, alone,

curled up on a small bed in this two person home.

I couldn’t help wonder why he lay all alone,

on a cold Christmas eve, his wife far from home.

The very thought brought a tear to my eye,

I dropped to my knees and started to cry.

Mike awakened and I heard his voice say,

“Santa don’t cry, I think I’ll be ok”,

then he rolled over and drifted to sleep,

I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours, so silent and still

and we both shivered from the cold night’s chill.

I didn’t want to leave on that cold, dark, night,

I knew Mike was hurting and losing the fight.

Then he raised his head up and looked at the time,

“take off Santa, I’ll be just fine”.

One look at my watch, and I knew he was right

“Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night”.

Anonymous / Mike Rice