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SO CLEVER small ENEMY MAY
So can a little cunning enemy
Wield more power than larger states.
Inventive, mutants, cold-blooded murderers,
Now plot as the world prepares and waits,
Every moment of the shadow of catastrophe.
For us, the only path to victory
Passes through the valley of suffering,
Unified in love until death decreases.
Upward Bound U.S.
We are Upward Bound, bright future world,
The generation that I will not betray
Their noblest dreams, things we have been taught here,
The paths of peace and brotherhood and love.
Just as we make this gesture of farewell
And say goodbye on the day of graduation,
Let us thank the teachers who have found here,
Who should be each day what they expect to prove.
What a gift he has given us "yourselves!
The best in you, that could be a sign of
For us than our best can be:
Loving, intelligent, hard working, loyal and kind.
His temperament is forged good text that says
We more than any lesson to be allocated.
We become people we
And the treasure of the good that we long ago.
Say what now I'm going to say
Saying what I'm about to say that
It's like being on the verge of a cliff.
Seems that only a ordinary day,
But my future is suspended in a case.
To me you are a special friend:
You've become what I am, my core being.
I do not want for my life to this end,
But now I want to order something else.
I love you and I hope he loves me;
But if not that way, please do not go.
Although I want to love you physically,
Their wishes are commands me, once I know.
I have to talk now, what you can do;
I do not want to lose a gift like you.
DAUGHTERS IN LAW mothers OUR GRANDCHILDREN
Daughters in law are the mothers of our grandchildren.
As such, leading to our destination downstream.
Under his leadership, our hopes of becoming other,
Giving strength to a much bigger dream.
How lucky we are to have to caregiver
It nourishes the hearts of our hearts, so they can
Each being a lover, a giver and sharer,
Remaking the world in its image each day.
So we're all, like mountain streams,
At the time unite the souls we've done,
Now mingled forever, eternal companions,
United by our love in a relationship that will not fade.
As you at noon, a labor of love to do,
We see from the side, grateful for you.
Children need a Daddy
Children need a father
For many, many things:
Like holding them high off the ground
When sunlight sings!
Like the deep music
Telling them that all is well
When they wake up with the frantic
The terrors of the night.
Like being the great mountain
That rises in your hearts
And shows them how to get home
When everything falls apart.
As love them
That is their sea and air,
So diving deep or rising high
You will always find there.
FROM THIS MY mountaintop
From my mountaintop this
I look back, whence I came:
An unexpected passage through
A barren and harsh.
I hope what you did for me:
The years of borrowed days,
The sacrifice of freedom
It pays only love;
The grace with which they gave themselves,
Although not without great cost,
Do not blame me for the gift of fortune
Neither count it is lost.
I feel a surge of gratitude
Like sunlight through my heart,
A light that lights the candle of
Life on point begin.
HOW CAN THIS SPECIAL TIME OF COUNT
How can I do this instead of telling special
When I tell you I love you every day?
How do I know you're my angel
When you know you're my angel anyway?
I want more in this, his day of birth,
That day we got married, long ago.
Like a tree each year in height and width,
My love has grown immensely, and although still slow.
But each Once our eyes instead of joining meet
It is as if the lights of the stars and the sun
Join me, a blast so bright and sweet,
He could be controlled by anyone.
And as the poetry that flows to you
I can say with all my love permeate.
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