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Posted by on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 12:41:00 GMT |
A Holiday Wish |
A Holiday Wish
People want so many material things. Cars, gold watch...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 22:10:00 GMT |
By the Goddess, I Miss You |
It has been nine long years. I would think that this would be getting better...But I find that it only changes into a deeper pain than any that I have ever known. My Father has turned away from me, be...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 21:39:00 GMT |
Why do you love me? |
What makes it so?
I have no idea, please let me know.
You seem to fall too often.
And lose them all so soon.
Will I be gone in a moment?
Or perhaps a change of m...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 20:33:00 GMT |
~~~~Mystery Lover~~~~ |
I felt the soft, teasing touches...Someone behind me,out of my sight.
Unseen hands move into my hair, back down my arms, stroking ever so lightly.
I quiver...I smell his intoxicating scent...
Nip...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Aug 2006 07:54:00 GMT |
*********** Will You?*********** |
Run with me in fields of gold...
Hold me through the years...
Care for me when we are old...
Kiss away my tears...
Let me know when I am wrong
And praise me when I am right...
Play for me a sweet love...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 21:00:00 GMT |
********* Shadows Of The Night ************* |
In the shadows of the night,
Your mind reaches out to caress my body.
For a time, I slip away into your love,
So deep, so real, more than any I have ever known.
If you only knew how you mov...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 20:29:00 GMT |
Joan Scollard 8/8/37--12/1/97 In Loving Memory |
Joan Scollard 8/8/37--12/1/97
Loving Mother , Grandmother and Best Friend
Bring no flowers to my grave. for I will not be there
Do not weep over cold dead stone, for I will not hear you
I ...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Aug 2006 20:56:00 GMT |
***What is this world coming to?*** |
This is a new version of an old Victorian rhyme.
Monday's Child hides his face
Tuesday's Child has lost her grace
Wednsday's Child is cold and mean
Thursday's Child is a pregnant Teen
Frid...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Aug 2006 15:22:00 GMT |
***The Gods Have An Odd Sense Of Humor*** |
The Gods Have An Odd Sence Of Humor
If you ask for patience...You will be tested over and
over, until you develope patience.
If you ask for lot's ...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Aug 2006 20:52:00 GMT |
