#***Flattery is the machine
Which inflates balloons
Nineteen to the dozen
Yet all succumb
To the beat of the Heart
Genuine praises
Are the roses
Ever fragrant in the heart***#
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
#***Flattery is the machine
Which inflates balloons
Nineteen to the dozen
Yet all succumb
To the beat of the Heart
Genuine praises
Are the roses
Ever fragrant in the heart***#
Some old , odd thoughts
Not meant for here ,but better here than in my phone notes :)
When you help someone out of compassion ,you don't expect anything at all in return is what I feel :))
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