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Death of
yesterday, Birth of Today
By Ron E.
A delight of a cry of an enemy, a tear of a cry from a friend, and a shrill from an auspicious man. We need not to remember those times, for they are all gone with the death of yesterday. We care to remember many good things, along with the bad, which bring forth happiness into the lives of others.