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Jan 2014
There will come a time; you may not know what to do.  Remember, that you're a winner; don't confess you are threw.
There are many roads; we are destined to cross.  This is not the time, to believe that you are lost.
Hold your head up high, and observe the nearest " Sign".  Perhaps, you can help others; please don't leave them behind.
While you are helping others, in the direction that you are going, make sure they are " Good Seeds" that you are sowing.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
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Sandra Juanita Nailing  United States
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