HOPE writes the poetry of the boy, but memory that of the man. Man looks forward with smiles, but backward with sighs. Such is the wise providence of God. The cup of life is the sweetest at the brim; the flavor is impaired as we drink deeper, and the dregs are made bitter that we may not struggle when it is taken from our lips.
—Unknown
A deadly viper once bit a hole snipe's hide; But 'twas the viper, not the snipe, that died.
- Dave
- El Paso, Texas, United States
- Native Texan · Navy Veteran · Various Scars and Tattoos · Never Schooled Yet Learned
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