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My 87 year old next-door neighbor, who lives across the hall from me,
has the most beautiful sparkling blue eyes, full of life and humor.
He knocked on my door, to ask me if I wanted some of his pizza.
He is my good friend.
He knows I see the vibrance in his spirit,despite his infirmities of old age.
He is my treasure.
He is my teacher.
I am listening.
Last edited by ring; 05-05-2008 at 09:36 AM..
Reason: that happens..sometimes i can't even spell infirmities..old age perhaps?
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