 | James Callahan February 10 | When a friendless life greets you
each sad morning,
strangers are no hope of a smile,
when time drags lonely
days into longer, darker nights,
and there is no joy
in the simplest of things which once
pleased so much,
remember, my child, you are loved,
above all, remember this. | | | |  | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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