The spirit that runs through each of us because we are all one person, the good and the bad, the poor and the rich, the cunning and the not-so-sharp.
Let my tongue say words that ring like crystal being struck by a silver spoon
Rather than brass rings falling on a stone floor.
Let my friends smile when they see me coming,
Not grimacing because they will have to talk to me
And listen to me whine.
-- by the blog author
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