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I have just won the lottery of two million dollars. I say this as the money I recieved after the taxes were taken out. It has been about a year and you ask how much is left? Answer, I am broke, nothing is left. Where did it go? Here is where it went. New cars for my whole family, plus gas, insurance, repairs = 300,000 dollars. So now we are down to 1,700,000. So then it's eating out every meal for me and my friends = 40,000 dollars. New house and land = 1 million, so now we're down to 660,000 dollars. I gave 10% to the church, so that's 200,000 dollars, now we're down to 460,000 dollars. I got to pay my bills and I spent 1,000 dollars a day at Walmart, Cabelas, the Mall of America, etc. So there is where the rest went as well as 10 movies a week, popcorn, pop, etc. etc. So here I am 275 pounds, broke, my friends who I took along on this journey are all over 200 pounds as well and we are more miserable than ever. The lottery ruined my life, don't let it ruin yours!

PRISON BOY by ANON.


"Prison boy came home one day to find his true love gone away.
When he asked the reason why this is what she did reply,"
"If you choose an honest life I will gladly be youre wife,if you choose a life of crime then prison boy do your time"
Late one night in his cell prison boy rang his bell,when the officers got to the door prison boy was on the floor,
upon his chest a note did read "dig my grave and dig it deep,plant red roses at my feet,upon my chest a turtle dove..
To show my girl i died for love....."
So, babygirl keep in mind,
a prison boy is hard to find,
so when you find him love him true,
because this prison boy will die for you.

YOU VOLUNTEER TO PROTECT THE HENS, AND CROW TO ALERT MANKIND OF THE APPROACHING DAWN; TIME TO GET UP AND GET READY FOR A NEW MORN! LAST WEEK, I WATCHED THREE ROOSTERS PLAYING MERRILY IN A FIELD; I WAVED TO THEM, AND ONE LOOKED AT ME, AND I FELT HIM SAY; HI TRAVIS; THANKS FOR CARING; AND HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY! I RETURNED LATER WITH SOME FOOD FOR MY NEW FOUND FRIEND; ONLY TO DISCOVER, THAT TRAGEDY HAD BEFALLEN THEM; AND THEY HAD REACHED A HORRIBLE END! I PLACED THEIR BODIES UNDER A HUGE BEAUTIFUL TREE; WHERE THEY WOULD FOREVER BE WATCHED OVER SO HEAVENLY! OH BLESSED ROOSTER; ONE DAY, WHEN YOU SEE THE MONSTERS BEING BROUGHT TO JUSTICE; JUST BREAK OUT IN A BIG SMILE; AND BLOW THEM A KISS!

Casting me into the wind
setting me ablaze
your gaze burns through the sky
igniting my world like a phoenix...

I am reborn in your eyes
aiming for the sun
shooting my silvery arrows
with a hit or miss
I seek the fire in your eyes...

Throwing ourselves at each other
love and romance as always
us times us
not lust but moxibustion...

Such substances are we
burning as close
to our bodies as possible
without fear of immolation...

Your love can never hurt me
or break my heart
because you are made of fire
and I'm the heavy rain...

Beer is the best ever drink
Even in China I think
Every time I drink the stuff
Remember I can't get enough.

The young aspiring poet waited patiently outside the prison cell, and listened to the muffled voice of the Roman guard making the quiet reguest to the aged apostle. Moments later, the guard stepped outside the cell and remarked to the young poet, 'Paul will see you now.' Eager, yet nervous, the poet stepped and stood at the entrance of the cell, and beheld the mighty man of God. The cell was dank and cold, and Paul was chained. Only the flickering light of candle illuminated the half hunched body of this mighty warrior, and Paul turned from his writing and looked directly at the young man. A moment of silence, then Paul smiled at the young man, and speaking with such tenderness, Paul softly asks, 'How may I help you?' The young poet feeling embarrassment, clears his throat, and says,' Sir, I know of your great preaching and writing, and I am a writer myself. Other poets in my circle asked if I might seek you and learn from your mastery of words that we too might write such great things.' Again, the great apostle smiled and motioned for the young man to sit closer. Paul laid his gentle hand on the young mans shoulder, and inquired, 'What great things do you wish to write my friend?' The poet smiled, and said, 'We wish to write of truth and justice, and the true meaning of love, and how we might become known in the world as you have.' Paul looked intently into the young mans eyes, and exclaimed, 'You must be willing to live the the words that you write. 'If you will stay a while with me I will write you something.' Then Paul ajusted the half burned candle pulling it closer to the parchment he unrolled on a flat of stone slab. Paul dipped his pen in the vial of ink, and this time looking deeply into the young mans eyes Paul softly but with a certain sternness says, 'You must take this to heart. Then Paul writes these words: " Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become as sounding brass, or a tingling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains,and have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not love, it profits me nothing. Love suffers long, and is kind; love envys not; love vaunts not itself, is not puffed up. Does not behave itself unseemly, seeks not her own, is not easily provoked; thinks no evil; rejoices not in iniquity, but rejoices in truth; Bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things..." I Corinthians 13

Aan you skryf ek n briefie
in die hoop dat jy dit sal kry.
Ek sal nie vir jou soek nie
jys nie meer gelukkig by my.

Die briefie se nie veel nie
klein om in jou sak te dra.
in die hoop dat jy eendag sal terug kom
en dit self vir my kan vra.

Sonder tierlanteintjies
geskryf op geel papier.
Die hoekies effens om gekril
onderaan met trane versier.

Ek wou maar net se ek mis jou
verewig aan my gebind.
My deure staan altyd oop vir jou
ek wag vir jou my wegloop kind.

Ek wens jy kan my vergewe
ek wou jou graag net hier he.
Ek is ook nie foutloos
as ek maar net kon jammer se.

Onthou ek is lief vir jou
waar ook al jy mag bly.
In my hart is daar geen kwaad vir jou
alle liefies....

van my.

The sun shown on the lone grave
As she stood gazing at the stone
Distance memories flowing in waves
Lapping at her mind like foam

How yellow was Mom's favorite color
Especially little flowers like buttercups
Continued memories of her Mother
Starting to cry until she hiccuped

Suddenly a yellow butterfly gently flew by
Right to the stone briefly touching it
Like saying to the stone a brief hi
On to the shoulder of the woman it lit

Staying only briefly there as though to say
Do not cry for your Mom for she is not here
She is looking down and not far away
Watching over you she will always be near

Away the yellow butterfly gently flew
In the graveyard to another stone
Looking to spread comfort to those too
Reminiscing their memories and feeling alone

Advent season has begun
It is more than just calendar fun
Opening each new day to see
What the surprise underneath will be

Imagine the world without the candle Hope
Without it how could we ever cope
Hope gives us a light in the dark
Even though it may be only a small spark

The World without Hope would be
Without light anywhere we could see
A place of nothing but despair and fear
With Darkness ruling over everywhere

This Hope came to us in the form of a newborn
Lighting His way into the world in human form
The human body died on the cross that past day
But the Holy Spirit and Hope are still alive today

Falling


through time
and space

stars
and sky

everything
in between

I fell

for days
weeks

lifetime
after lifetime

until I realized
I was falling

in love

with you...