April 7, 2020April 6, 2020 Pat Cegan My Word One’s word is a matter of honor that can not be slipped off and on like an old garment, changed with the weather. If you betray your honor even once, you open the door to excuses for doing it again and again. Share with a friend:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
I wish that was true for more people but mostly I wish I could tell the difference I thought I could but I guess that’s something else I was wrong about LikeLike Reply
Yes, everyone is welcomed to reblog as often as they wish. These poems are from Source and are for all who want to read them. hugs, pat LikeLike Reply
I wish that was true for more people
but mostly I wish I could tell the difference
I thought I could
but I guess that’s something else I was wrong about
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May I reblog this?
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Yes, everyone is welcomed to reblog as often as they wish. These poems are from Source and are for all who want to read them. hugs, pat
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