2009年4月13日 上午9點04分36秒While Good Men Sleep

One by one, they nod and listen,
Waiting for eternal bliss,
Waiting for the final moment,
Like vultures on the sharp abyss.

Sleeping, dreaming, good men awaken.
Shadows melt the morning sun.
Who was here?, the good men ponder.
Someone touched me, I must run.

Run to fields or find a reason
Why the shadows seem to fall,
Leaving shadows on the doorstep,
Slightly turning when they call.

I'll be back, I whisper softly.
Knowing it is not really true.
In the minds of ghosts and shadows,
It is all that I can do.

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2009年4月2日 上午7點39分34秒Faith Can Move Mountains

A little boy was spending his Saturday morning playing in his sandbox. He had with him his box of cars and trucks, his plastic pail, and a shiny, red plastic shovel. In the process of creating roads and tunnels in the soft sand, he discovered a large rock in the middle of the sandbox.

The boy dug around the rock, managing to dislodge it from the dirt. With no little bit of struggle, he pushed and nudged the rock across the sandbox by using his feet. (He was a very small boy and the rock was very huge.)

When the boy got the rock to the edge of the ...

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