He’s a policeman, a soldier, a programmer, a farmer, a murderer, a priest and a politician. He is anything that he wants to be. He’s a salesman by day and an author by night.
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…and the brain dog cried.
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Maybe I’ve had better friends. Maybe not. But I know they have.
Sometimes you do things for other people whether they understand or appreciate it or not. Sometimes it doesn’t matter.
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I know I’ve worn out my welcome but I can’t find the door.
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Maybe my prayers aren’t being answered because G-d has caller ID.
I know you’re there. Please answer…
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You don’t really want to say it.
I don’t really want to hear it.
Let’s save time and move on.
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