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My Dear Mother Teresa

I imagine you're as sick of the mother teresa jokes, as I am of the bell ones..."ding, dong" ring my chimes, on and on.etc. anyway: re; the door; me too, and countless zillions of others.. but to us, ours are the ones we deem to count to ...this is purely a natural trait...Death is the sword of Damacles' held over all our heads, and worse yet, to those we love...and when it collects it toll...our hearts have to dig a new hole. best regards, tom

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