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People were created to be loved. Things were created to be used.

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, for the world was intent on dragging me down. And if that werent enough to ruin my day, A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down and said with great excitement, Look what I found! In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, with its petals all worn, not enough rain, or to little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a small smile and then shifted away. But instead of retreating he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise, It sure smells pretty and its beautiful, too. Thats why I picked it; here its for you. The weed before me was dying or dead. Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower, and replied, Just what I need. But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, he..................... read the end here ( a real tear jerker) openyoureyeslifeisbeautiful.blogspot.co.uk/2013/11/the-park-bench.html

Posted on: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 19:30:00 +0000

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read beneath the - TopicsExpress

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