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simply said: MEET LOUIE,
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A blog about simplicity and the maddening search therein. Friday, October 19, 2007. The new King of Queens. Louie became part of our family today. We don't know how we've lived without him. Okay, gotta go walk him. Have a wonderful weekend. PSSST: Drop by Central Snark. Over the weekend where you can find me spinning tunes. Two weekends ago, my brother-in-law called and asked "so do you want a puppy? Guess whose side of the bed Louie slept on last night? What a cute doggie! He reminds me of Bobo. Just wa...
queenie-randomramblings.blogspot.com
Queenies Random Ramblings: 04/01/09 - 11/01/09
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The Hitchhikers Guide to my Paths and Highways. Thursday, 8 January 2009. Crikey the 8th already, so much to do so little time to do it all. Christmas was great, followed by a very memorable New Year at my sons wine bar, dressed as the local tottie. The theme was "Moulin Rouge", several of my nursing friends (Ruth brought her long term boyfriend 'Pierre' who is French, he really fitted in with the scenery a treat) joined us getting into the spirt of things by dressing up for the celebrations. There was a...
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Queenies Random Ramblings: 27/07/08 - 03/08/08
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The Hitchhikers Guide to my Paths and Highways. Saturday, 2 August 2008. Mum will have been home a week this Monday, and my sisters and I are all a little concerned about her. I have often heard folks talk about relatives who have been ill, and say "they seemed to have given up". In fact I saw it with my dear step-mum last year, the fight for life over, an acceptance of what will be will be. She is having endless visits from family and friends, yet something is wrong. All her food and drink being provide...
london-love-verse.blogspot.com
At Home With Ann - Poetry: Replaced
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At Home With Ann - Poetry. Old and new stuff combined - reworked revisited - when i am inspired. You’d think she’d recognise the signs. It’s not like it’s the first time, or the second, or the third. She’s travelled this road before. You’d think by now it wouldn’t hurt. But no, each time it hurts that bit more. Displaced in their eyes, replaced in their heart. Traded in for another model whose cause is more appealing. A life with more meaning and a countenance more revealing. View my complete profile.
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At Home With Ann - Poetry: Super Fiendish
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At Home With Ann - Poetry. Old and new stuff combined - reworked revisited - when i am inspired. I’m not competing. No point in cheating. Still - I sneak a peek. And take a glance. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. All words here are mine : ). AT HOME WITH ANN - PICS. AT HOME WITH ANN - THOUGHTS. What Tongues Are Really For. The Devil Rides Your Back. It Should Have Been Me. What Do I Want? Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
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At Home With Ann - Poetry: What Do I Want?
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At Home With Ann - Poetry. Old and new stuff combined - reworked revisited - when i am inspired. What Do I Want? I don’t know what I want. I want something I know I do. I don’t know what it is. I need something I wish I knew. I don’t know what I want. I’ve tried most things the fridge can proffer. The empty bottles line the wall. I know I’m gonna suffer. I don’t know what I want. It’s not as simple as that. Instant gratification was not the cure. It weren’t the answer I was looking for. I wish I knew.
notesfromawildcatfan.blogspot.com
Notes from a WildCat Fan: Rodent Population = x - 1
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Notes from a WildCat Fan. Tuesday, August 26, 2008. Rodent Population = x - 1. Or what the womenfolk have to do when the menfolk decamp for Oregon. Or "New Miserable Experience"*. Warrior Princess and I took the dogs out for one last potty break last night. We observed approximately 5 rats in various positions on my bird feeder which is on a straight metal pole. I set a trap, such as the one to the left or up (or where ever blogger puts the damn picture! Holy living nightmare, Batman! I beat one to death...
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At Home With Ann - Poetry: The Devil Rides Your Back
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At Home With Ann - Poetry. Old and new stuff combined - reworked revisited - when i am inspired. The Devil Rides Your Back. Can’t push it off, can’t make it stop. I’m petrified as stone. Cannot move a single muscle. Lips zipped - dry as bone. Its foul face is thrust in mine. An insufferable weight bears down. Crushes the breath from my chest. Pressure lifts like a jack-in-the-box. The threat it may be gone. I gulp for air, I look around. WOW Ann,This is profound! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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At Home With Ann - Poetry: Holy Water
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At Home With Ann - Poetry. Old and new stuff combined - reworked revisited - when i am inspired. No need to lift the slats. No sunlight filtered through the cracks. He knows, he feels it in his bones. He’d prayed, ancient words chanted. A liturgy the same beat as the silver strings. Now bouncing rhythmically on arid ground. The sky a dappled grey, mottled white. The mist of his breath against the pane. Clouds his view of precious beads of life. Falling on orchards, vines and olive trees -. What Do I Want?
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At Home With Ann - Poetry: New Woman
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At Home With Ann - Poetry. Old and new stuff combined - reworked revisited - when i am inspired. Like a dried up snake she’ll shed her skin. Don’t much like the one she’s in. To be born again. She’ll trade-in her battered heart. Pump fresh blood and jumpstart. Into the graveyard of broken hearts. She’ll bury her shattered parts. Toss on the garbage. Purged of her past sharp and smart. A fresh new start. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. All words here are mine : ).
