Tag: love
group name: artwriter
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December 30, 2007 07:45 PM EST --
without the past, we would not be us . . .
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December 30, 2007 06:35 PM EST --
I wrote this to be a children's book. I want to take photos to go with each stanza.
My love for you is like a circle.
It goes around and around and around.
It never stops.
. . .
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January 02, 2008 03:19 PM EST --
Brushtrokes on the sky tonight,
Clouds with beams, such radiant light.
I sing Your praise for all to hear,
I call to You and You draw near.
No artist better has this world . . .
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April 04, 2008 11:34 AM EDT --
Golden streaks paint the morning sky,
Pink hues flaming left and right.
This fire's dancing, seems alive.
My day's awakened by this brilliant light.
How beautiful, how marvelous, . . .
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February 18, 2008 06:26 PM EST --
"Oh! I wish" she said,
Laying her head against mine.
I wished for courage.
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June 06, 2008 10:19 AM EDT --
I am broken, Lord, before you.
I am the vilest of them all.
I don't deserve your grace or mercy.
But in desperation at Your feet I fall.
Change my life,
I want to be like . . .
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May 17, 2008 06:38 PM EDT --
Mean Moms (author unknown)
Someday when my children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will
tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: I loved you
enough . . . . . .
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February 16, 2008 09:36 PM EST --
Until Thursday evening I had no idea how much I had come to depend on my Gather connections, the on-line friendships that had become a meaingful part of my daily life. Since August 2007 I've . . .
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March 24, 2008 04:07 PM EDT --
In everyone's life, if they are lucky, someone comes along and adds something very special to their existence.
However, in my case I was so stupid and immature at that time in my life, I did not . . .
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June 26, 2008 09:37 PM EDT --
During the triple points ordeal I ask my gather friends to help me raise enough points to get a Home Depot gift card to help my son build a shed for his lawnmower and tools. I was able to get $125.00 . . .
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August 01, 2008 02:28 PM EDT --
Chapter 12- Batter
Joan
I awoke to the warm sun beaming into my eyes from the small window in my bedroom. The sun's rays felt so warm and welcoming, I didn't want to get out of bed. . . .
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June 20, 2008 12:23 PM EDT --
I know that everyone who has grandchildren is very proud of them. There is this hope that their offspring will have a happy life and that the world will be a much better place than it was when they were . . .
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May 18, 2008 01:56 PM EDT --
Having been raised my entire childhood in The Children's Home Society, located in Jacksonville, Florida; we children were not reared to become loving individuals. Love was not part of the orphanage . . .
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August 24, 2008 11:50 AM EDT --
Chapter 13- Baked Romance
Mike
“You did what you had to do,” Dad said over the phone.
After my temper had cooled down I had been thinking about the offer Joel and his bank had made on . . .
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September 08, 2008 08:14 PM EDT --
Chapter 14, part 1- Sweetheart Pie
Joan
“I’m doing better,” I told Mike on the phone. “Sorry for the break down yesterday. Seeing Jonathan... it just through me for a loop.”
Mike had . . .
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February 23, 2008 01:38 PM EST --
please checkout my you tube videos and leave a comment on what you think.
http://youtube.com/gregw406
thanx,
greg
ps
does anyone know how i can link ads, or other things to that page . . .
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January 09, 2008 02:53 PM EST --
Hello Everyone,
How is your new year taking shape so far? Have you begun to dive into those WIP's that had long ago become a thing of the past? Or did you just decide to jump into something totally . . .
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January 24, 2008 02:56 PM EST --
Hi Everyone,
I hope that your all able to keep warm! It's really chilly here is the hills Western Massachusetts. Sometimes I wonder why I don't live in Florida! Anyways, I've got some really . . .
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September 21, 2008 07:52 PM EDT --
Chapter 14 part 2- Sweetheart Pie
Three Months Later
Joan
“How you doing Mr. Coleman? Would you like a cup of coffee?”
“No thank you Joan,” Mr. Coleman said . . .
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