Unfortunate is he who cannot gain a few sincere friends during his life and more unfortunate is the one who has gained them and then lost them (through his deeds).
"Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber
Holy Angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head."
-Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
In d book cal''d life, d page yesterday is over, d page future is blank n page 2day is bin writin. So rite the best u can, coz on dis book ur eraser jst don''t work
