Good riddance 2005...may the dung of your year be the fertilizer to grow something worth the agony of trudging through your days.
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning...Hear O Lord and be gracious to me; O Lord be my helper. You have turned for me my mourning into dancing,
You have loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness.
-Psalms 30:5,11
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good riddance...
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