http://slow.writerscafe.org/aristate The original writings of author Tate Morgan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986574 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Daughter Aris and IWhenyou tuck your children in at night. Remember they are wealth beyondmeasure.     Noman on his dying bed ever said. "I wish I had worked more. Spentmore time at the office. Made more money. Or stole from my friends."     Wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/2885110/ Tate and I  It came a bit late, fatherhoodthough I welcomed itall the sameI knew it wouldn't allbe goodsharing with Tate mylife and nameThe years they passedrewardingly I watched my son growto a manWhile he so wellaccordinglyfulfilled the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/2814247/ Tate and IWhatever men say in blindnessor in spite of fancies of youthNothing's so kingly as kindnesswhile nothing's so royal as truthWe get back mete as we measureone cannot do wrong and be rightNor deal in pain to bring pleasurefor justice avenges each slightSo to the pain of his distresswhose ear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/2770944/ She has my heart and well knows it. 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