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When I was a kid my dad would look every pan-handler in the face and offer to take him across the street for a hot meal. To this day none have ever taken him up on it...
I use to think that was bad, but this lady has set the bar waaaaay up there...sheesh...
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Locusts and honey ... not since John The Baptist has there been a voice like that crying in the wilderness. ... Every man knows he is a sissy compared to Johnny Cash -- Bono.
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