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Armistice Day, The day the guns stopped, You slept while you could, Until suddenly POP! They started fighting again, Of what I remember, It was all just silly, Legalised murder. We didn't shoot to kill, Just aimed for the legs, Killing people you don't know, It doesn't make sense. Now the wars ended, You're back in home country, Laughing with your family, All sweet and snuggly. But what about all the people they killed, Lying six feet under, All rotten and chilled.

Harvest Always do your best. What you plant now, you will harvest later. ~Og Mandino

Whose Job? This is a story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realised that Everybody wouldn't do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done!

Hope What is hope? Asking for a new phone for Christmas? Betting on your team to win? Guessing all the answers on a test? No, we have no assurance, when we go to bed, that we will be alive the next morning yet we still set our alarms to wake us up. This is hope