
I wake up every morning at nine and grab for the morning paper. Then I look at the obituary page. If my name is not on it, I get up.

 The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. Camped on a tropic riverside,
Camped on a tropic riverside,








