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From now on, I'll connect the dots my own way.
-- Calvin
"I suppose the secret to happiness is learning to appreciate the moment."
-Calvin
How many boards would the Mongols hoard if the Mongol hordes got bored?
-- Calvin
Hello, Can you please like and favorite my new masterpiece artwork, then I also favorite your work 100%. and if you have steam points you can give an award if you want. thank you :)
Wishing you a year of health, wealth, happiness, luck, warmth and loads of love of your dear ones! Hope the New Year showers you with all that is beautiful!
Let the celebration begin, Happy New Year 2022!
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A bunch of the boys were whooping it in the Malemute saloon;
The kid that handles the music box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
-- Robert W. Service
Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man,
You, with your fresh thoughts
Care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It
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