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Послание: девочка умирает от рака

автор неизвестен, прислала Море   (


Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterflyґs erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.
Donґt dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music wonґt last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?

Youґd better slow down
Donґt dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music wonґt last.

Ever told your child,
Weґll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say Hi

Youґd better slow down.
Donґt dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music wonґt last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift Thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

08-09-2001 22:45

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автор неизвестен, прислала Море   (
Послание: The paradox of our time in history

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings,
but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we
spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less. We
have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but
less time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more
knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but less solutions;
more medicine, but less wellness.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. we
talk too much, love too seldom and hate too often; weґve learned
how to make a living, but not a life; weґve added years to life, not
life to years. Weґve been all the way to the moon and back, but
have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour; weґve
conquered outer space, but not inner space; weґve cleaned up the
air, but polluted the soul; weґve split the atom, but not our
prejudice. We have higher incomes, but lower morals; weґve
become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are the times of tall men, and short character; steep
profits and shallow relationships. These are the times of world
peace, but domestic warfare. These are days of two incomes, but
more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes. It is a time
when there is much in the show window and nothing in the
stockroom; a time when technology can bring this letter to you,
and a time when you can choose either to forward this message
and make a difference... or just hit delete.

08-09-2001 23:05

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Rocket Fuel  
Totally agree

Down in the jungle
Living in a tent
You don´t use money
You don´t pay rent
You don´t even know the time
But you don´t mind...


When your bus just left the stop
You´d better drop
Your hurrying

What´s the use of worrying ?
What´s the use of hurrying ?
What´s the use of anything...


04-11-2001 16:26

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