A Quote by Alan Beck
Boys are found everywhere - on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to. Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them and Heaven protects them. A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.
Quote Topics
Adults
Around
Beauty
Boy
Boys
Brothers
Bubble
Bubble Gum
Climbing
Cut
Dirt
Everywhere
Face
Finger
Found
Frog
Future
Gum
Hair
Hate
Heaven
Hope
Ignore
Inside
Jumping
Little
Little Girl
Little Girls
Love
Mothers
Older
Older Sister
Pocket
Protects
Running
Sisters
Swinging
Them
Tolerate
Top
Truth
Underneath
Wisdom
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