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"What should I be when I grow - up ?", asked a little boy .
"A baseball player ? A life-gaurd ? What ,what ,what?",he thought.
"Mother what should I be?",he asked his mother. His mother replyed ,"Be what you want to be , it doesn't matter as long as you love it!" He knew mother was right. "In a few years I'm going to be a soilder, to serve my country,thank you mother!" He grew up and became a soilder.
I was a maiden , in the streets lost .  A man walked up to me .  But,he didn't say a word.  He walked with me for miles, without saying a word.   Then I noticed the man was deaf.  We found a house, on a prairie.  We lived there with love , and without a word.

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