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At 5:07am on December 31, 2009, The Ancient One said…: New Year
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

MORTAL:
"The night is cold, the hour is late, the world is bleak and drear;
Who is it knocking at my door?"

THE NEW YEAR:
"I am Good Cheer."

MORTAL:
"Your voice is strange; I know you not; in shadows dark I grope.
What seek you here?"

THE NEW YEAR:
"Friend, let me in; my name is Hope."

MORTAL:
"And mine is Failure; you but mock the life you seek to bless. Pass on."

THE NEW YEAR:
"Nay, open wide the door; I am Success."

MORTAL:
"But I am ill and spent with pain; too late has come your wealth. I cannot use it."

THE NEW YEAR:
"Listen, friend; I am Good Health."

MORTAL:
"Now, wide I fling my door. Come in, and your fair statements prove."

THE NEW YEAR:
"But you must open, too, your heart, for I am Love."

At 7:49am on June 20, 2009, narciso favores escala said…: Hello Yasmin,
blessing to you ... nice meeting you here...keep it up

At 12:53pm on May 30, 2009, Rene Wadlow said…: As World Citizens, we work to safeguard and implement all human rights – civil and political, economic, social, and cultural – as the foundation of a just world society. Today, we see the rise of a new spirit of liberty and democracy throughout the world. The old structures of oppression and domination are crumbling — those of caste, class, gender and nation. In place of repression, there are new institutions of popular participation. These efforts of transformation merit support. The path may yet be hard, but the direction is set. Your cooperation in these tasks is welcome.
Rene Wadlow, Representative to the United Nations, Geneva, Association of World Citizens

At 10:56pm on May 26, 2009, Richard Lukens said…: Hi Yasmin... glad you found the site and took the time to join... hope all is well with you... post some info and introduce yourself... hope you meet some interesting people here on the Architects site...

Best,

-Rick

At 10:02am on May 26, 2009, The Ancient One said…: Little Girls and Little Lambs
By Kate Greenaway

IN the May-time flowers grow;
Little girls in meadows go;
Little lambs frisk with delight,
And in the green grass sleep at night.
Little birds sing all the day,
Oh, in such a happy way!
All the day the sun is bright,
Little stars shine all the night.
The Cowslip says to the Primrose,
"How soft the little Spring wind blows!"
The Daisy and the Buttercup
Sing every time that they look up.
For beneath the sweet blue sky
They see a pretty Butterfly;
The Butterfly, when he looks down,
Says, "What a pretty Flower Town!"