"For poetry, he's past his prime, He takes an hour to find a rhyme; His fire is out, his wit decayed, His fancy sunk, his muse a jade. I'd have him throw away his pen, But there's no talking to some men."

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You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you.- Desmond Tutu In the end, kids won't remember that fancy toy or game you bought for them, they will remember the time you spent with them.

— Kevin Heath