It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man...– Teddy Roosevelt
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This Little Light of Mine--I'm Gonna Let It Shine:... →
And if I am like Abel, where is my brother Cain? I know he’s looking for me. He feigns to see my blood stained. For when Jealousy is born only the body of it’s enemy remains And as that humble soul rises to the Heavens You see the murderer standing cold not in shame …