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To an anonymous person...

...who has been visiting my blog and couldn't help emailing me tonight!

I love receiving comments from all and sundry because it lets me know what people think. There's nothing wrong in remaining anonymous, you are just exercising your right to privacy.

I value people who think and have an open mind. If you are one of them, you are indeed lucky! Few people have an independence of thought. Do you know why most people think alike and have the same views? It's because most people don't think at all! They simply latch on to borrowed thoughts of the precious few who can think!

I would appreciate your continuing to visit my humble blog. At least it'll prove my abysmal writing has sufficient pull!


Anonymous said…
oh , how can i not visit
pulled by your noble welcoming nature .

the best part is i like visiting it ,
and wt due permition i cn visit wt
a clear heart and consence .

ur hospitality is well appreciated ,
makes me think of the baba black sheep
song , cos certainly u have blacksheeps.
today i no more feel like a black sheep,
thats a relief cos i like me feeling more like a colourful sheep.
sheeps are no sheep , let me now nt
make too much noise after hving made my point already .
thx for leaving d doors of ur humble blog open 2 me .

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