Earlier I was looking at your picture with amazement How could I have been so lucky to have been your mother? To gently guide you through the years there could have been no other.
Looking into your eyes, is like looking into my own, the look of hope and dreams of life. The hint of a little smile ,sometimes a little frown.
Pictures of the past you see,can bring joy or sorrow Be a cure for a lonely heart, Or a weapon of mass destruction, Tearing your insides apart.
So when I tell you I almost died tonight, That I was in so much pain, It was from self inflicted wounds, And it will probably happen again.
Born in Michigan,1950 moved to California,1976 Have five children,16 grandkids,6 great grand kids Proffesional Chef and Kitchen manager work ihss for ex love to read,and love music
Do not go like a rose, stay like poinsettia. Now as a brutal encounter holy color will descend. Polygonal wound was too proud to bleed on the street. The scarlet morning will bring night’s blood. And mystery of love between
Thousand wounds beneath my heart Covered velvet cloth Never expressed on the face Hidden by thousand smiles At times laughs loudly Hides in pretentious way No clue to others Am a smiling fellow But footsteps of Attu Frighten me in
It is night again, And the darkness wakes it all up. Rooms left to collect, the dust of Fault and dissent, and the Forgotten madness of bygone days. We have created so much with nothing, And done nothing with so
It is night again, And the darkness wakes it all up. Rooms left to collect, the dust of Fault and dissent, and the Forgotten madness of bygone days. We have created so much with nothing, And done nothing with so
One may have lower IQ but his convincing capacity can make the listener lose a bit of his own IQ One may have higher IQ but lack of his self confidence can result in utter failure to convince the listener
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