Mommy went to heaven, but I need her here today.
My tummy hurts and I fell down, I need her right away.
Operator can you tell me how to find her in this book?
Is heaven in the yellow part, I don't know where to look.
I think my daddy needs her too, at night I hear him cry.
I hear him call her name sometimes, but I really don't know why.
Maybe if I call her she will hurry home to me.
Is heaven very far away is it across the sea?
She's been gone a long time, she needs to come home now!
I really need to reach her, but I simply don't know how.
Help me find the number please, is it listed under "Heaven"?
I can't read these big, big words, I am only seven.
I'm sorry operator, I didn't mean to make you cry.
Is your tummy hurting too, or is there something in your eye?
If I call my church maybe they will know.
Mommy said when we need help that's where we should go.
I found the number to my church tacked up on the wall.
Thank you operator, I'll give them a call.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
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Sonnet 55
William Shakespeare
Not marble not the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time
When wasteful war shall statues overturn
And broils root out the work of masonry
Nor mars his sword not war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory'
Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth
Your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom
So, till the judgement that yourself arise
You live in this, and dwell in lovers eyes
William Shakespeare
Not marble not the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time
When wasteful war shall statues overturn
And broils root out the work of masonry
Nor mars his sword not war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory'
Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth
Your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom
So, till the judgement that yourself arise
You live in this, and dwell in lovers eyes
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