God, in his infinite wisdom, hid Hell in the middle of Paradise, to keep us on our toes.

The coffee shop smell was strong enough to build a garage on. I went back to my desk, dropped the bottle of whiskey back into the drawer, shut the drawer and sat down again.

If I could walk a mile in your shoes
I would try my best
To make it there with my walker
And a crowd
Cheering me on
For making that mile in
This pandemic with a smile
All the while.
You keep your head up
And your skills up
Learn all you can
And be about your own plan
For success
And how to be the best
In very pandemic times.
See us a way out of it.

In politics, yesterday&#39;s lie is attacked only to flatter today&#39;s.

Written By Jean Rostand

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