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500 Days of Summer

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“Lies, we're liars think about it, why do people buy these things? It's not because they wanna say how they feel, people buy cards cause they can't say how they feel or they're afraid too. We provide the service that lets them off the hook. You know what? I say to hell with it. Lets level with America at least let them speak for themselves right I mean look, look. What is this, what does this say? "Congratulations on your new baby." How bout "congratulations on your new baby, guess that's it for hanging out, nice knowing ya." How bout this one? With all the pretty hearts on the front, I think I know where this ones going. Yup, "Happy Valentines Day sweetheart, I love you." Isn't that sweet? Ain't love grand? This is exactly what I'm talking about. What does that even mean, love? Do you know? Do you? Anybody? If somebody gave me this card Mr. Vance, I'd eat it. It's these cards, and the movies and the pop songs, they're to blame for all the lies and the heartache, everything. We're responsible. I'M responsible. I think we do a bad thing here. People should be able to say how they feel, how they really feel, not ya know, some words that some stranger put in their mouth.” 

-Tom Hansen in 500 Days of Summer

"My Cup Of Hope"- A Poem

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I have this cup of hope
That fills itself to the brim
When I see you.
It overflows with the laughter of children,
Leaves rustling under my feet on a crisp fall day and
Miniscule fireflies that flutter with promise in the starry night sky.

I have this cup of hope
That loses its wonder
When I see you with her.
It looks like children crying,
Leaves that are gone because of an icy winter and
The lonely fireflies are left to perish in the jar.

"Heaven is a Town"- A Poem

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Heaven is a town

Where people sit

And talk about the way

Hot chocolate

Feels on an arctic day

Heaven is a town

Where people stop

To pick up

The change someone

Dropped in the grocery store

Heaven is a town with lots of

Flowers in hanging metal baskets

And fall festivals with funnel cake

Heaven is a town

Where things move a little slower

And people act a little nicer

But their children still laugh at

The thought of a summer rainstorm

Heaven is a town

Where porch swings still exist

And kids prowl the streets

Seeking hideaways in tree houses

Heaven is a town

Where your neighbors

Actually know you

And come over on Fridays

To visit and celebrate the weekend

Heaven is a town

Where things stay the same

Every year

Frozen completely in life’s

Bliss.

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Me

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I'm really lucky.