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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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