Fred Thompson Quotes

Sometimes You Have To, As I Say, Build Bridges Where You Can - But Draw Lines Where You Must.

Fred Thompson Quotes: Sometimes You Have To, As I Say, Build Bridges Where You Can - But Draw Lines Where You Must.

Fred Thompson Quotes: Sometimes You Have To, As I Say, Build Bridges Where You Can - But Draw Lines Where You Must.

Fred Thompson Quotes: Sometimes You Have To, As I Say, Build Bridges Where You Can - But Draw Lines Where You Must.

Fred Thompson Quotes: Sometimes You Have To, As I Say, Build Bridges Where You Can - But Draw Lines Where You Must.

Fred Thompson Quotes: Sometimes You Have To, As I Say, Build Bridges Where You Can - But Draw Lines Where You Must.

Fred Thompson Quotes: Sometimes You Have To, As I Say, Build Bridges Where You Can - But Draw Lines Where You Must.

Fred Thompson Quotes: Sometimes You Have To, As I Say, Build Bridges Where You Can - But Draw Lines Where You Must.

Fred Thompson Quotes: Sometimes You Have To, As I Say, Build Bridges Where You Can - But Draw Lines Where You Must.

Fred Thompson Quotes: Sometimes You Have To, As I Say, Build Bridges Where You Can - But Draw Lines Where You Must.

Fred Thompson Quotes: Sometimes You Have To, As I Say, Build Bridges Where You Can - But Draw Lines Where You Must.

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