Blessings
Season's Greetings
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May' new-fought mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
Shakespeare's LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST, I, i
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At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May' new-fought mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
The impact of my life on this earth can only be appreciated by my wife of 39 years...
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