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Clouds And Darkness Surround Us, Yet Heaven Is Just, And The Day Of Triumph Will Surely Come, When Justice And Truth Will Be Vindicated. Our Wrongs Will Be Made Right, And We Will Once More Taste The Blessings Of Freedom

My Evil Genius Procrastination Has Whispered Me To Tarry 'til A More Convenient Season.

My Husband Is Not A Christian But Is A Religious Man, I Think.

No One Is Loved As Much As You By The People. Don't Waste That Power.

In Grief, Words Are A Poor Consolation - Silence And Agonizing Tears Are All That Is Left The Sufferer.