christmas
christmas
My mission in life is to make YOU smile
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"The time has come," the Walrus said,"To talk of many things:
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Celebration
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Candy .........
Our souls might be separated though your smell still there ..
Since you'd gone everything turned dark for me ..
Did you remember my words I said downstairs ..
Now everything has come to an end .. But your memory still lives as long as your magical eyes can bear!
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cookies!!
"Where mind meets matter, both should woo!"Currently reading:
* Paradise Lost by John Milton
fats.............................................. .................................................. .................................................. ..................[ is ThIs StiLl toO sHorT fOr yoU???????]
"I'd rather be hated for hu i am, than loved for hu I'm not"
"I may run and hide, but I NEVER tell a lie"
obesity.............
[ I'm 99 pounds BTW...]
"I'd rather be hated for hu i am, than loved for hu I'm not"
"I may run and hide, but I NEVER tell a lie"
Crawling..............
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
[ crawling?!?]
lurking
"I'd rather be hated for hu i am, than loved for hu I'm not"
"I may run and hide, but I NEVER tell a lie"
shadows
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And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the mourning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
William Butler Yeats
secrets..............
....lies....
the luminous grass of the prairie hides
feet lovely and still as sleeping doves,
porcelain bones strong enough to carry a life,
but weighty and unmovable
As black Dakota hills. ~ Riesa
white
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And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the mourning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
William Butler Yeats
. . . . . talcum . . . . .
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
powder
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And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the mourning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
William Butler Yeats