
LOVE is sometimes like a child who has made a snowball he is so proud of that he wants to take it to show his parents. He puts it in his pocket and runs homeward; but it is a long trip, and the snowball melts. He is spanked for wetting his pants.
PHRASES AND CLAWS, LAURELS AND LEMONS, CHUCKLES AND TEARS, JOY AND GRIEF, CRYING AND LAUGHING, AND TRIBUTES TO THE MAGIC AND MYSTERIES OF LIFE AND LOVE
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