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Extractions from a Philosopher in his 94th Summer

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Extractions from a Philosopher in his 94th Summer

Don't shoot unless you mean to kill;
Don't push a boulder up a hill;

Don't show your hand or break your face;
Each word has its time and place;

Give until they have their due;
Compared to blessings, pains are few;

Welcome with an open heart;
Fulfill your role and play your part;

There is always more turf to roam;
Daily one must brush and comb;

Sugar's no secret to the ants;
The sun rises on another chance;

The sooner one sleeps, the sooner one wakes;
Character is held in the handshake;

No man on earth can build a tree;
When the eyes are closed, one cannot see;

Life can be long, life can be short;
One might regret a rash retort;

The rake's as useful as the man;
One should help others whenever one can;

With strangers have an unaffected mood;
At once, express your gratitude;

Our souls but dwell in flesh and bones;
At no one's house throw any stones;

Everyone is dumb at something;
Both ways the pendulum shall swing;

Joy can be carried across the earth;
Every shortfall has its own worth;

Who never climbed can likewise fall;
The bird is known by its tone and call;

The prudent have a harnessed tongue;
The rag that's wet has not been wrung;

What you put in, you get it back;
There is nothing the greatful lack;

A person wears the shoes that fit;
Speakers of lies fall in their pit;

Feathers fall from beating wings;
Unknown is what patience brings;

One can be blindied by the light;
Do not provoke to start a fight;

There always is more work to do;
One cannot name what one never knew;

One can't recall what has been thrown;
One reaps the fruit of what's been sown;

Water is the dearest drink;
A body's free because it can think;

The sweetest is the darkest plumb
and the best is yet to come!

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