Friday, March 14, 2014
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Little girls dance their way into your heart, whirling on the tips of angel wings, scattering gold dust & kisses in our paths. --Author Unknown . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair, and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket. Author Unknown
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