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10 Reasons to Love Southern Men Over Northern Men « AdaLamar's Blog
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A Sassy Girls Guide to a Life of Wanderlust. The Life we Build. Http:/ feeds.feedburner.com/AdalamarsBlog. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 1,225 other followers. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 1,225 other followers. Hello, It's me. 10 Reasons to Love Southern Men Over Northern Men. How to Survive the DMV. Hello It’s Me. Follow Blog via Email. 8220;A man in the...
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It’s Christmas Time Again | My Poetry Corner
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Enjoy your experience and stay for a while! December 18, 2012. It’s Christmas Time Again. I love making gingerbread men. The carefree spirit of little snowmen. Spiral trees with golden tops. And garlands strung out. 8211; Remind me of Christmas time again. The holiday spirit not complete with the nativity scene. Calm, serene angel. Watching over the households. 8211; Many Christmas times again. Sipping hot chocolate and gift giving. I love the red and green. The colors of Christmas time.
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No More Fear « AdaLamar's Blog
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A Sassy Girls Guide to a Life of Wanderlust. The Life we Build. Http:/ feeds.feedburner.com/AdalamarsBlog. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 1,225 other followers. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 1,225 other followers. Hello, It's me. 10 Reasons to Love Southern Men Over Northern Men. How to Survive the DMV. Hello It’s Me. Follow Blog via Email. In desperation I ...
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Why wrinkled skin matters so much! March 24, 2016. Sorry for the title. This isn’t a beauty post but just an observation.🙂. I think one of the best things we young people could do is simply spend time with our older relatives. Drop by once in a while, say hello or just listen to their stories. Our grandparents (and the older generation in general) have so much wisdom to share but we are too busy with our mundane lives to receive the knowledge. I believe our grandparents are the best antidepressants!
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My Troubled Heart | My Poetry Corner
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Enjoy your experience and stay for a while! May 3, 2014. Sister, you don’t call. To share in your secrets. Or how you wish them away. Perhaps, you think I don’t have time. To listen for a moment or to. Give a kind word. But you don’t confide in me. Afraid I’ll spill your secrets. Or not understand your woes. That I can’t be bothered. Or that you would trouble my heart. I can be that shoulder to lean on. The friend you seek. The sister you would like to confide in. Our experiences may dictate.
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Ode to the Unicorn | My Poetry Corner
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Enjoy your experience and stay for a while! February 6, 2013. Ode to the Unicorn. Where do you graze? You are a legend in time. Knowing you are great. You are a magnificent find. Your magical horn on top. For a unicorn prowess. Calls all to seek. The unique beauty and grace. Of this pure and splendid beast. Alas, unicorn has no master. It does as it wills. Living in an enchanted world. It wishes no harm. A benevolent, kind creature. A little shy and forlorn. Casts her spell around others. Was it worth it?
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My Beautiful Baby Boy | My Poetry Corner
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Enjoy your experience and stay for a while! December 18, 2012. My Beautiful Baby Boy. My beautiful baby boy. You are your father’s child. And got your mother’s loving smile. The twinkle eyes, upturn slant. And your daddy’s singular gaze. Soft and smooth, your skin. No dimples all around. Except for your tiny chinny chin. Side swept hair, curling at the back. Just like your baby cousin’s hair. Except yours is black. My little cuddle bear. Brown doleful eyes,. Sometimes droopy when you awake.
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Imkjac | Autoimmune Allie
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Living with MCTD, RA, Psoriatic Arthritis and various other autoimmune diseases. December 22, 2016. MICROWAVE – “Thinking of You” They raised their rusty hammers up in heaven around the base of God’s great golden throne And sculpted me the archetypal villain of all the children’s stories I was told. And I’ve been told. Believe … Continue reading →. I Just Want to Sell Out my Funeral. November 10, 2016. Bring it on 2016: Resolutions and other ramblings. January 5, 2016. June 24, 2015. May 18, 2015. This e...
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Thinking of you | Autoimmune Allie
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Living with MCTD, RA, Psoriatic Arthritis and various other autoimmune diseases. I Just Want to Sell Out my Funeral. December 22, 2016. MICROWAVE – “Thinking of You”. They raised their rusty hammers up in heaven around the base of God’s great golden throne And sculpted me the archetypal villain of all the children’s stories I was told. And I’ve been told. Believe me I’ve been told. There’s been something about you I’ve never liked, something insincere about that look up in your eyes. It’s you God&#...
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I Just Want to Sell Out my Funeral | Autoimmune Allie
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Living with MCTD, RA, Psoriatic Arthritis and various other autoimmune diseases. Bring it on 2016: Resolutions and other ramblings. Thinking of you →. I Just Want to Sell Out my Funeral. November 10, 2016. 8220;I Just Want To Sell Out My Funeral”. I plan on collapsing and I could have sworn I heard a car door slam. I’m stuck at the corner of grinding teeth and stomach acid,. All alone under a soft rain and streetlamp. I spent my life weighed down by a stone heart,. I just want to be enough for everyone.
