I met a man who had no voice.I shook his hand and began to understand that chatter often has no matter.
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rainbowhalo1 (
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I met a man who had no voice.I shook his hand and began to understand that chatter often has no matter.
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Great write
We take so many things for granted.
Thanks RAINBOW "We often say it best when we say nothing atall ! Yours BRIAN Please check my Poems ~ Thanks B
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