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Home Is Where The Heart Is

-- By Al Albrecht, Home Spun Poems

Home is where the heart is, where love should be all the time,
Respect and kindness, and peace and joy, that you can say are mine.
It's where in times of illness, concern comes from the heart,
And little acts of goodness, will always be a part.

Home is where there's hope and joy, and laughter does abound.
No matter when, or where, or how, that's where it's always found.
Don't ever let the blues come in, just pray them out the door,

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If You Love Her Enough

Man facing the ocean

-- by  Bill Walls
My friend John always has something to tell me. He knows so much that young men have to have older and more worldly wise men to tell them. For instance who to trust, how to care for others, and how to live life to the fullest. ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿

Recently, John lost his wife Janet. For eight years she fought against cancer, but in the end her sickness had the last word. ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿

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The Pretty One

Cocker Spaniel Pups

By Roger Dean Kiser

This was the last litter of puppies we were going to allow our Cocker Spaniel to have. It had been a very long night for me. Precious, our only black cocker, was having a very difficult time with the delivery of her puppies.

I laid on the floor beside her large four-foot square cage, watching her every movement. Watching and waiting just in case we had to rush her to the veterinarian.

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Drug Problem

-- Author unknown

The other day, a man standing next to me at a store in our small town read that a meth lab had been found in an old farm house in the adjoining county, and he asked me a rhetorical question...

Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?

I told him I did have a drug problem when I was a kid growing up.

I was drug to church on Sunday... morning and night.

I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.

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Sack Lunches

-- Author Unknown

I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat.  It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read.  Perhaps I
will get a short nap,' I thought.

Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me.  I decided to start a conversation.  "Where are
you headed?" I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.

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Saved By A Friend

-- Author Unknown (Considered to be a true story)

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books, and I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."

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