“As you slide down the banisters of life may the splinters never point the wrong way.”
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“May the grass grow long on the road to hell for want of use.”
“May you die in bed at ninety-five years, shot by a jealous husband.”
“May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night, and the road…”
“May the Lord keep you in His hand and never close His fist too tight.”