<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387321" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bullets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the child that comes to you when<br>he/she has done something wrong, <br>admits it, often with tears, and promises<br>to do better... knows more than we do <br>most of the time! ...<br>we are given the gift of life with a responsibility....<br>to do and be something no other living<br>being can be... and all living beings depend<br>on us to do so! <br>when we fail to realize our true selves, we<br>have failed the world! <br>and so, like the child...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387321" data-title="Bullets de Eric Cockrell" data-description="the child that comes to you when he/she has done something wrong, admits it, often with tears, and promises to do better... knows more than we do most of the time! ... we are given the gift of life with a responsibility.... to do and be somethin..."></div> </div> </div>

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