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Young Writers Society


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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


To My Mother (1842)
by Christina Rossetti

To-day’s your natal day,
Sweet flowers I bring;
Mother, accept, I pray,
My offering.

And may you happy live,
And long us bless;
Receiving as you give
Great happiness.


The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
— Mark Twain