We met and looked at rocks...
We picked Tan and Black stones to make walkways and walls...
And then we kissed.
Sometimes a kiss is just a kiss.
Other times, it is a moment pick up and cannot put down, because that would mean letting go of something wonderful.
I'll see you later....
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and one more thing
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Facing life's endless trial and it's greatest pleasures,
we talk about being brothers and sisters.
Now think;
~ how it must feel to be a Muslim and to see the way your faith has been hijacked by extremists and now is essentially equated with terrorism.
~ how television news clips from Iraq that are followed by public opinion polls on US / Middle East policies impact on the quiet dreams of a retired military veteran.
~ serving your country for several years as a member of the military forces, surviving, returning home... and being injured by a drunk driver.
~ being a mother or a father of an active duty allied Forces service man or woman and .... waiting.
Now think again... of being brothers and sisters.
Your family needs you.
Be there.
