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While the memory of the mind is only a flickering candle The human heart burns on forever; For some as a hard black lump of anthracite coal, And for others as a blazing white crystalline diamond. -JWK, 1993 |
A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds. from an old Nursery Rhyme |
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