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A Change of heart: November 2009
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A Change of heart. Thursday, November 12, 2009. Here we go. yet again. I am writing to you with much frustration. I now need to put "the smack down". You will start functioning properly. or else. Yeah. That's all I got! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Here we go. yet again. Sarah to the VZ. Nothing to see here. View my complete profile. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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A Change of heart: It was fun
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A Change of heart. Monday, December 28, 2009. But I'm glad it's over! You two are Super Cute! 12:01 PM, January 21, 2010. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Sarah to the VZ. Nothing to see here. View my complete profile. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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A Change of heart: October 2009
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A Change of heart. Monday, October 26, 2009. Thursday, October 08, 2009. We had a blast picking pumpkins! Thursday, October 01, 2009. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Sarah to the VZ. Nothing to see here. View my complete profile. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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A Change of heart: July 2009
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A Change of heart. Wednesday, July 29, 2009. Lets see here, I look like Stevie Wonder at work today, I've had a migraine for 3 days now. The front yard is just about perfect. This weekend with some digging and weeding will make it so very beautiful! I will get before and after pictures up- promise! We had a tornado warning yesterday, I was like what? We didn't move to Oklahoma. Otherwise things are okay. I get a little lonely every now and again, but seem to find something to do. Tuesday, July 21, 2009.
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A Change of heart: October 2010
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A Change of heart. Monday, October 04, 2010. Laughing- its what we do best. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Laughing- its what we do best. Sarah to the VZ. Nothing to see here. View my complete profile. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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SHINNYO BOOKS: DO YOU KNOW THIS WOMAN?
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Thursday, May 22, 2008. DO YOU KNOW THIS WOMAN? YOU SHOULD KNOW WHO SHE IS. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). DO YOU KNOW THIS WOMAN? BITS and PIECES FOR THE WORDMAN. ARTIST: ALBERT VAN TROBA. View my complete profile.
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SHINNYO BOOKS: A REVIEW FROM DODGER-CHASER
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Thursday, April 10, 2008. A REVIEW FROM DODGER-CHASER. This is a movie review from my buddy, Dodger. In regards to the new STONES flick, his words are my words exactly! Papa-T and I just went and saw Martin Scorsese's. Documentary on the Rolling Stones at IMAX. It was a total blast. I also bought the two disc soundtrack (even though I own every album the band has made). Even though I've seen the band live (1994), it was a worthwhile experience. Of politician charisma in a down to earth way). During the l...
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SHINNYO BOOKS: AUTOBIOGRAPHY (1)
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Sunday, April 27, 2008. Here is a part 1 of a long poem in progress:. Incense ash hanging by a thread like umbilical cord – dancing. Silk wafts of smoke reaching down in rhythm to my. Tea cup steaming – Chinese Black Tea – cha – window shade open to let in grey shine of fog. In winter January – like a black and white movie the colors of the pine and sh. Bs are dulled. No blue no sun no movement except for the dancing plumes of t. His incense stick as it burns down over s. Winds, or a fla. Bikinis and ski...
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SHINNYO BOOKS: BUBBLES ARE MAGIC
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Thursday, April 17, 2008. Bubbles make me smile. The solution is a mixture of oily rainbow colors stretched across round wand tips, moving in a psychedelic. Light show. Breeze from nature or mouth expands the slick, threatening to snap, but it doesn't. I grows, billows out until it lets go and drifts with the air of our atmosphere. We chase them, reach for them, try to catch them, pop them, eat them. For a moment in time we are innocent and on a quest. We are children regardless of age. I fancy myself an...