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Please sing this notice to the tune of "Sing to the Mountains"
Come Tuesday evening. Come sing a song
Choir practice won't last long.
We sing from 7 'til half past eight.
Please try not to be late.
1. We sing for Lent and Easter too
That's an important task
We rehearse upstairs each week
Come sing with us now we ask!
2. Women, men both young and old
Step right up and go for gold.
3. We want to welcome each one of you.
Who'll join our Saint Francis troupe?
Please come out and sing with us.
We'll make a wonderful group.
Love and Marriage
The secretary gave up her job to marry an oil man. "He's the man I've always dreamed would one day come along and win me," she confided to her girl friends. "He's tall, dark, and has some!"
The Opposite....of love is not hate, but indifference.
You Know You're Getting Older When...
At breakfast table you hear snap, crackle and pop, and you're not eating cereal.
You wonder how you could be over the hill, when you don't even remember being on top of it.
Your back goes out, but you stay home.
Thanks, Lord...
Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm clock rings every morning, thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes tightly closed against the morning light as long as possible, thank you, Lord, that I can see. There are many who are blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed and put off the effort of rising, thank you, Lord, that I have the strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden.
Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned, and tempers are lost, thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table never looks like the picture in the magazines and the menu is sometimes unbalanced, thank you, Lord, for the food we have. There are many who are hungry.
Even though the routine of my job is often monotonous, thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job.
Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest, thank you, Lord, for the gift of life.
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