To know that I have hundreds of children in the world, growing in different state lines, unmanned, makes me a proud father of a great nation! Oh, how I love my children! Who never poke at me with their taunts for over clinging, but offer smiles even when I’m not paying attention to them. The only ones who never shut you out because you did. When I die, they will live on forever. Through fires, floods, and more!
Pardon my butter fingers. Where was I? Ah, yes… Who do you know that can sit, perched, hundreds of floors above the ground, gracefully, never falling, or concerning themselves with anything, but the heavens? Even the most majestic of birds, focused as a breeze in winter, eventually fly away. View quoted note →
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