Tag: revised
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July 20, 2007 04:50 PM EDT --
when water breaks
tides rise, boughs break
water comes tumbling down.
droplet, perched on wine glass edge
Blakean echoes
the world in a grain of sand.
droplet, perched on wine glass edge,
falling inside, . . . more
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July 22, 2007 11:01 PM EDT --
those years are gone, Daddy,
when you didn't return from Mexico,
hiking in Acapulco, the moment that took your heart,
stopped, dead, middle of night;
your wife, my stepmother, a suspect, the Mexican . . . more
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April 11, 2008 07:44 AM EDT --
Just logged on and was like, "Where am I?". I'm sure I'll be fine once I navigate around a little.
How are you adjusting? What features are you most excited about?
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October 18, 2007 10:35 AM EDT --
I was thinking...I revised the Christmas List...It made me sound greedy...which is not what I wanted at all. And I put in the ink cartridges I needed for my printer.
Take a look and see what I changed...LOL . . . more
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May 21, 2007 03:07 PM EDT --
With Memorial Day looming, I thought it appropriate to showcase some remarkable photographs taken by Ron. B. a soldier during the Vietnam war. These faded color photos deserved to be . . . more
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July 23, 2007 11:55 PM EDT --
Sun-drenched hours . . . more
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July 02, 2007 02:34 AM EDT --
Love is a strange flower
It blooms in the sun of trust
as it thirsts for the rain of friendship
The most Fragrant bud of spring
Bloomed with a smile from your eyes
and the gentle touch of your hand
You . . . more
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October 04, 2007 05:53 PM EDT --
Life is like a comic book. "POW". It hits you right in the face.
Meet Kristina Anne Wayfare. "Excuse me, but never call me that. Krissy is fine." . . . more
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January 04, 2007 05:14 PM EST --
Prologue
April 11, 2004 was for me an Easter filled with resurrection and hope. Four months previous my wife left me at the start of Advent, but now I had a new girlfriend, and I felt alive and redeemed. . . . more
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March 04, 2007 12:27 PM EST --
I returned home fifteen minutes later. I walked slowly up the stone steps that lead to the main door of the apartments. It was quiet when I entered the building accept for the sound of dance music coming . . . more
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