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acai berry the super fruit: Momentum - The Acai Story and Home Business Opportunity
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Acai berry the super fruit. The Brazilian açai berry is the crown jewel of MonaVie's premier blends and is designed to help you maintain a healthy and active lifestyle. Friday, March 13, 2009. Momentum - The Acai Story and Home Business Opportunity. You are in the right place to learn everything you need to know about MonaVie, its premier wellness products and the opportunity it provides as a home-based Internet business. . Watch the momentum video below. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). MonaVie is ma...
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Pedro 4:8 …… It must mean something …… | Phoenix Bird Home
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Ballad of the Reflection →. April 20, 2008 · 6:54 pm. Pedro 4:8 …… It must mean something ……. If I look to the bottom of your tender eyes. My world and all its misery vanishes. My world vanishes, and I discover heaven. When I dive in your tender eyes. Heavenly eyes, heavenly eyes don’t desert me in plain air. Heavenly eyes, heavenly eyes, all my life for that dream. Heavenly eyes, heavenly eyes. Heavenly eyes, heavenly eyes. If I forgot what is true,. If I went away from what it is sincere. Dear friends,...
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What I Am Needs No excuses :) | Phoenix Bird Home
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Ballad of the Reflection. August 20, 2008 · 5:45 pm. What I Am Needs No excuses :). Being alone after 40 is not easy….being with someone just to run away from loneliness can be so knotty! I have to admit that as I grow older some of my habits have become little obsessions and obsessions are not the kind of things you can easily get rid of….to be honest, they are things I just don’t. Want to get rid of. Yes, I know he can bring his own pillow, but what if. It means he will stay longer than I wish? Let’s g...
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ialei: Otoño
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Lo que queda cuando se van a dormir los nenes, cuando termina la jornada, cuando nadie espera una respuesta, cuando Marcelo navega o hace música o pinta, cuando lo miro pintar, cuando abro el laptop para escribir, cuando leo y releo lo que escribí cuando me sentía muy bien, muy mal o muy ialei. My place, my time, my moment, my dear ialei state of mind. Domingo, 19 de abril de 2009. Publicar un comentario en la entrada. Suscribirse a: Enviar comentarios (Atom). Melo, Cerro Largo, Uruguay.
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The Path: July 2007
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A stroll down the path of life. Monday, July 09, 2007. Moonlight on your face. And I see its glow. Perhaps you could sprinkle. Shreds of flames to me. Calms a lament heart. I see contentment in your smile. Carefree in your journeys. Every journey of yours. Shapes a meaning Humbleness. Core light of your soul. I wish I could learn. And you wait for no success. It’s granted to you. Freedom floats within you. Moon floats in the sky. Yet there is another side to the moon. A face of youIs frighten to appear.
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The Path: Magdalena
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A stroll down the path of life. Sunday, May 11, 2008. Echoing down through the corridors of time,. Upon the lap I hear the sweet songs and rhymes,. Hands gathered in the stroll to the glorious bed,. Her passions emerge upon sight of her stead. They wave and shimmer in the whispering breeze,. She nurtures the colors and fragrance of tease. Gathering their seeds as the blooms slowly fade. She dreams of spring when rebirth is gently made. One hundred one seasons had drifted away,. Sapna Anu B.George. But ne...
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The Path: September 2007
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A stroll down the path of life. Friday, September 21, 2007. The Chariots Go Forth to War. The Chariots Go Forth to War. The chariots go forth to war,. Rumbling, roaring as they go;. The horses neigh and whinny loud,. Tugging at the bit. The dust swirls up in great dense clouds,. And hides the Han Yang bridge. In serried ranks the archers march,. A bow and quiver at each waist;. Fathers, mothers, children, wives. All crowd around to say farewell. Pulling at clothes and stamping feet,. Like chickens and do...
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The Path: December 2008
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A stroll down the path of life. Saturday, December 13, 2008. It's in the snowflake skies of children's wishes. It's in the music of children's laughter. It's in the breathlessness of children's anticipation. It's in the faith of children's embraces. The magic of Christmas is here. In the childlike wonder of us all. Ebony eve, silvered streets. Lavender mist and icicle tears. Visions of velvet, crimson and jade. Golden glints in topaz thoughts. Color it Christmas. Give it with love. Come Home For Christmas.
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The Path: March 2007
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A stroll down the path of life. Friday, March 30, 2007. Hymn to the Night. I HEARD the trailing garments of the NightSweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above;. The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes,. That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes. Through h...
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The Path: May 2008
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A stroll down the path of life. Wednesday, May 14, 2008. The messengers–Buddha, Jesus, and others, not all of them known–were humanity’s early flowers. They were precursors, rare and precious beings. To sin means to miss the point of human existence. It means to life unskillfully, blindly, and thus to suffer and cause suffering. By the end of the century, the number of people who died a violent death at the hand of their fellow humans would rise to more than one hundred million. Responding to a radical c...
