Tag: truth
group name: whatsyoursign
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December 04, 2007 10:48 AM EST --
" Death, taxes and childbirth. There's never any convenient time for any of them"
Margaret Mitchell
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February 05, 2008 11:55 PM EST --
Recent events that I'm unwilling to go into have left me pondering the question of honesty. I have always been aware that different people have different levels of honesty, but until recently I thought . . . more
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December 07, 2007 01:01 AM EST --
Never to hurt you
my life's most solemn promise
not to be broken
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December 23, 2007 09:44 AM EST --
"The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a glowing depth, beauty, and joy as the years increase. This . . . more
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May 24, 2008 06:28 AM EDT --
THE PIERCING:
Her beauty was such it blew me away
As she stood before me on that fateful day
Tall and well proportioned and in her prime
So knock down perfect I wanted to rhyme
My . . . more
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January 08, 2008 09:14 AM EST --
I write for the Woodstock Preservation site during the year. I received this gift in the form of an email at the beginning of the New Year from the director, Joanne. Her words were so inpsiring . . . more
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January 07, 2008 11:39 AM EST --
Many of us are plagued by addictions of one form or another. Most are very hurtful and destructive. With spiritual help and resolve even the most insidious can be overcome. There . . . more
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May 05, 2008 07:06 AM EDT --
I turned fifty-nine years old today. Just before bed last night my grandson came into my room and asked to use the computer. I looked into his deep blue eyes and took his long black hair into . . . more
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December 20, 2007 10:43 AM EST --
Gerald sat in the empty house alone and thought about his grandmother. He noticed that somehow the goat horns had been overlooked and still hung from a nail on the front door. It was only a few hours . . . more
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January 22, 2008 05:52 PM EST --
You Called to Me...
You called to me and I followed
Crawling toward you on linoleum floors
Down long corridors and open doors
Tripping along moss grown pathways
Crunching the rocks . . . more
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