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With all the things the world has to offer, why is it, as we get older, we become softer? With all the inspirations one can muster, why does life become cluttered? As we try to be the best we can, with good intentions not everything goes to plan. Lif
Smooth, engaging, charming, slick, and verbally facile,not in the least shy, self-conscious, or afraid to say anything, never gets tongue-tied. Repeated failure to fulfill or honor obligations and commitments!
The 1st 3 yrs of a pattern
The day after tomorrow I’m going to discuss my rights, With everything I am inside It’s time to fight for my life. This battle began 27 yrs. ago And I’ve built a solid case, But this doesn’t really assure a win Given all the time and space. M
This was written about a period of time approx 40 years ago. The Australian indigenous people were called 'blackfellas' by both white and black alike on the stations. I spent quite a bit of time with indigenous Australians at that time and had many friends. There was no disrespect meant by using that name.
You finally came to our area No more going to Madison to see your films For once you picked a popular subject Donald Trump And why we got him as president in the first place Did you answer the question of why the United States has so many murder
To see someone these days whose attention is not completely monopolised by their phone is quite a novelty.
If you've ever been bullied in school, home, or at work you have to root for this girl, just hoping she could have found a way out of the bully thing and made a good life for herself as I wish all who are tramatized by the mean bullies out there.
It is about the differing results of how we react to a warning.
this planet is moving backwards with rigged political views in those that go directly against the ten commandments law has become a twisted act against creation and the virtues of human rights
Look really hard.... See? Here I am The packaging is a bit worn perhaps But look inside Beyond the wrapping See? No....wait!! That one's unfinished, unversed... I know it's agleam now, but that will fade And the packaging will fray Loo
With thanks to Bruce Lipton, a beacon of light in a morass of darkness...
The title should explain all
It took some time for wounds to heal My hip's still not quite right Released I was from duty then I'd barely turned fifteen My job at the pub was waiting still And glad I was to have it The basement's room was home to me A retreat from world
This poem is for my Beautiful Country " SYRIA " It's been 3 Days that I couldn't sleep over the news and for what's going on there .. It's Sad to see this Wonderful Home being ruined And destroied like that :-( Im so Sad .. Never felt the way I feel right now ..
Social discourse brings about high and low surprises ~; ]
The big story this week is the Kavanaugh hearing.
Can we resist habit?
Passionate Love ~ are you the one?
The Eagle Will Fly Growing up since I was a young boy my Grandpa said to me, To live my life with honor and always have integrity, Cause one day a call may come for me to join the fight, To defend our Constitution, for me to keep that well in
I was just looking at my hands and not really knowing what designs I had on each of them.
The terrible irony between freedom and oppression.
I have had this record player since April 12 and am enjoying listening to my old tapes and records again. I haven't been able to record records for about 35 years since my old record player record button broke about a year after I got it for Christmas.
take the responsibility bombing naked people backto Stone Age the responsibility is mine to rebuild your home or hospital schools to show them I did not want to bomb you but I was scared of youtreat others differently and the way I treat myself I am
im so sick of hearing all the excuses i grew up in a broken home i wasnt loved by my family i was a foster child why does everyone have to blame something else have i made mistakes yes did i have a broken home yes was i a foster child yes
Dickinsonian tribute, I guess you could say. But I may have botched the beat D:
Modern toys for you and me are dreams for others to visualize but never see. They have, but only food, morsels for themselves and their family. Clothes are there nothing special for not a one for no money there for eccentricities. Each da
THERE SHOULD BE NO LAW PROHIBITING RESPONSIBLE MARIJUANA USE.
Unfortunately I get so busy that I have very little time to be on here ...
CONTINUED ON ALPHABET PART TWO
Was in seventy seven that Catherine moved Out to the Blue Mountains Mary went along with her Just to help her settle The news I saw here on TV It happened there at Granville The train had ploughed into the bridge And everything was twisted
In 1940 the Sixteenth Australian Brigade was loaded onto transport ships from Jones Bay Wharf heading out to the Middle East. Mostly very young and very few returned.
Travelled far ? At times I think that my life has made a turn Only to watch it crash and burn Promises made, never followed through People’s values differ, I know it’s true Society expectations is at an all time low Shallow are we that emp
Written after 9/11
I just wrote this and posted it on FB where I shared the article that inspired it.It's in tribute to the very brave lady who escaped the recognition she so deserved.Her name is at the bottom.
Sensory stimuli make us naturally react: Happiness, laugh, Jealousy, mad, Heartbreak, sad, Offensive, attack, Victory, glad. This is just a matter of fact. We know who our friends are: We know who we can tell almost anything. We know
where all living at a very strange time right now...this is just my take on what i see all around me,pray we all don't end up on the street!!!
New love...
we are ants they are grass hoppers
take note all the asterisked fields are absolutely positively required want more information soon revealed of your further actions to be mired you must supply your date of birth and the maiden name of your mother data collected of calculable
The maintenance man, at the request of a tenant cut branches from a tree outside her window so she could see the driveway.?? I thought what would happen if the tree did not turn c leaves because they could no longerolors in the fall because of too much cutting? Would we bargin an artist for his pallet to paint the colors on the leaves because they could no change themselves. There is no more snow for sleighs oly wet mud and mireand the sleighs are chewed up by the mud. Have we become so lax ss to give gall to a thirsting lam as they did the Lamb of God? Is there any hopthat we will care or will we become breakfast for the wolves??
Politican in Ireland are still talking a load of shite!
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