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Rites Of Spring | If It Wasn't This
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If It Wasn't This. Then It'd Be Something Else. This entry was posted on April 26, 2010, in Friends. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Levon is playing tonight.
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Levon is playing tonight | If It Wasn't This
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If It Wasn't This. Then It'd Be Something Else. Levon is playing tonight. This entry was posted on April 21, 2010, in Family. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out.
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Leave Here Standing | If It Wasn't This
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If It Wasn't This. Then It'd Be Something Else. This entry was posted on January 14, 2011, in Life. Words by Hayes Carll. Don’t take me down that road again. I been there once before my friend. It seems I’ve lost near everything. And I can’t lose no more. Well dreams are made for restless hearts. I should have known that right from the start. That every lover plays their part. Or the whole thing comes undone. And I know I’ll leave here standing. That’s just the way it’s always been. Looking way too long.
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If It Wasn't This | Then It'd Be Something Else | Page 2
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If It Wasn't This. Then It'd Be Something Else. So hit me with music. One good thing about music, when it hits you feel no pain So hit me with music, hit me with music Hit me with music, hit me with music now Bob Marley says it all too well in “Trenchtown Rock.” Last week I had a few people talk to me about music. Some asked me … Continue reading →. Are you ready for the country? From NOLA to Nashville. Newer posts ». So Sinful, So Sweet. The Glory Of It All. There's a Fly in the Ointment.
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modernmindoldsoul | Modern Mind, Old Soul
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Modern Mind, Old Soul. Make Facebook Great Again. October 11, 2016. Let me start by saying this post is not a political statement. I’m not under any delusion that I can sway someone’s vote, nor am I trying to do so. I have always refrained from using my social media accounts … Continue reading →. When the mirror lies. March 10, 2016. January 4, 2016. It’s the last day of my 34th year. At what point am I supposed to be coy about my age and stop publicizing it? Where am I from? October 13, 2015. You guys, ...
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5 reasons to marry an older man (and not one of them is money) | Modern Mind, Old Soul
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Modern Mind, Old Soul. Where am I from? It’s complicated. →. 5 reasons to marry an older man (and not one of them is money). April 8, 2015. I met the love of my life 10 years ago. We’ve been married for almost 8 years now. They live and love in the moment. Older men know how to appreciate a woman. There are no petty games to play. Give ’em something to talk about. Your relationship is always a conversation starter when meeting someone new or while trying to make it through a boring dinner party. His tv v...
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Modern Mind, Old Soul | Page 2
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Modern Mind, Old Soul. Newer posts →. November 30, 2014. I’m not going to blame anyone (not even the loud traveling preacher) for my skewed beliefs. I know my own head and heart wandered during church service, so I probably missed a few of the main points along the way that I know my grandfather preached – like love and grace. Natalie Modern Mind, Old Soul. November 29, 2014. Some of the most vivid memories I have of my paternal grandfather, Papaw McGill, are related to death. Sometimes our adventure wou...
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Bettin’ on another long shot | If It Wasn't This
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If It Wasn't This. Then It'd Be Something Else. Bettin’ on another long shot. This entry was posted on October 22, 2010, in Faith. So, it’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything. A little over three months to be exact. And it’s been an eventful three months to say the least. As time keeps on passing, it’s been one of those reflection stages. Sometimes you don’t realize how fast time is moving. But tomorrow is my birthday. I’ll be 28. Here are a few things I’ve realized:. I am constantly thinking. Fill i...
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My favorite show | If It Wasn't This
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If It Wasn't This. Then It'd Be Something Else. This entry was posted on April 20, 2010, in Friends. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Levon is playing tonight ».
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My Hearts Killing Me | If It Wasn't This
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If It Wasn't This. Then It'd Be Something Else. My Hearts Killing Me. This entry was posted on April 30, 2010, in Life. This is one of my favorites from The Crowes. Words by Chris Robinson and Rich Robinson. You were so sad you made my dogs howl. You kept the ring, forgot the vow. You were so sick that you almost died. You needed help, but nobody tried. Will this crime ever go to trial. My heart’s killing me, my heart’s killing me. This love won’t let me be. My heart’s killing me. Enter your comment here.