Tag: self expression
member name: Terry S.
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January 11, 2007 08:35 AM EST --
Any day without sunshine
is probably just night
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December 06, 2006 09:47 PM EST --
Do you pull off the wrapping or rip
Shred the bow, break the tape, or just snip
It's the gift that's inside
That is your big surprize
Unscrew the old cap, take a sip!
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December 05, 2006 11:16 PM EST --
you may be missing out on a reat Gather tool. It helps you find what is going on with your people instead of trying to follow them around the site.
Here are simple instructions:
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December 12, 2006 12:33 PM EST --
Monday morning had arrived unwelcomed. Karen began her day by blindly following years of instinct; showering, making coffee, and burning some toast. The numbness of her mind told her to stay home. It was . . .
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December 07, 2006 04:17 PM EST --
I cannot walk through a day without thinking of you
Your gentle way of smiling at me
The soothing way you touch
I cannot sleep at night
Until the images of you clear from my head
Until the . . .
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December 14, 2006 07:28 PM EST --
You had loved me long before I knew,
Before I understood what could be known.
I mistook life as having shown me love.
Oh, so wrong I was. So wrong.
To others I had sought to give my heart. . . .
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December 10, 2006 03:33 PM EST --
I met a sweet young Lassie so many years ago. I am unsure of all of the sweet names we have traded over almost thirty years. My memory tells me that she didn't like meatball even though . . .
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January 10, 2007 03:12 PM EST --
Soft flesh brushing my lips
Soft hair falling on skin
You are my night
You are my now
Moist fingers caressing my hips
Moist eyes drawing me in
You give me flight
You show me how . . .
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December 06, 2006 05:58 PM EST --
My Father in law has a big 24' pontoon boat. it is a lot of fun to fish from. But it doesn't fit well into the back coves and bays.
So my Brother in law and I made a 10' pontoon . . .
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December 07, 2006 08:08 AM EST --
I haven't a clue what to do.
There are limericks stuck in my shoe.
They grind like a corn,
I am really forlorn.
Woops! There's another for you.
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December 07, 2006 04:48 PM EST --
I clicked the right link and it goes
The page I did pick starts to show
I've checked other sites
They load at full might
When at Gather I'm Gathering SLOW
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December 08, 2006 08:22 AM EST --
This one rushed into my head faster than I could get back to the keyboard to type it out
I hadn't a date for the Prom
I asked - I asked and got none
So I got a six pack
And drank it . . .
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December 08, 2006 02:53 PM EST --
Maybe, just maybe I shouldn't tell this story. I haven't asked my wife. But she is sort of used to be called Chicken. Oh, not because she is scared like one. And certainly I don't call . . .
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December 13, 2006 09:05 AM EST --
Some time ago I began the taking responsibility for doing the family laundry. I was reluctant at first. You see no one likes venturing into unchartered waters. There were some things for which I had . . .
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January 01, 2007 02:14 PM EST --
Natural, your hand feels in mine
Soft, warm and tender.
It finds it place each walk we wind.
To mine your hand surrenders.
Years like minutes sped on by.
Quick, fast, now gone.
To know your hand is still . . .
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January 12, 2007 11:23 AM EST --
Geometrical
Polyunsaturated
Hippopotamus
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January 12, 2007 04:21 PM EST --
Please have no fear
For the weekend is here
Don't make a mess
And please no excess
Right now I think
It's time for a drink
So here is my cheer
Let's open this beer
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January 25, 2007 09:43 PM EST --
This is an ode to my dearest wife!! And this is a true story er poem uh verse
My name is not Earl
But my Daddy's name is Earl
My name is not Earl
But my Daddy's Daddy's name . . .
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December 27, 2006 11:30 PM EST --
Winter walk
Alone to talk
With myself.
Of years gone by
To friends that lie
Within the earth.
No cold air felt
Tightening the belt
On my coat.
My legs are tired
Thoughts . . .
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December 11, 2006 03:10 PM EST --
Joe's house was so full of brown mice
He asked a good friend for advice
Go get a big gun
And shoot them for fun
Now his home must be fixed for a price
His friends were . . .
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