We sleep but the loom of life never stops and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.
Pride slays thanksgiving but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks...
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
Thanks to the greatest invention of recent years the MP3-playing alarm clock I can now choose the song that wakes me up in the morning.
