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Dora Mitchell
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Nov 25 2009 7:25 PM
Nov 25 2009 5:10 AM
Nov 20 2009 2:04 PM
Nov 13 2009 9:13 PM
"Non toccare i bambini"
Nov 11 2009 4:45 PM
When America had an urgent need,
These brave ones raised a hand;
No hesitation held them back;
They were proud to take a stand.
They gave up normal life;
To serve their country and their God,
They plowed into the strife.
On strange and foreign shores;
Some lost new friends; some lost their lives
In long and brutal wars.
To support the ones who fought;
Their country had requirements for
The essential skills they brought.
The noble and the brave,
The ones still with us here today,
And those who rest in a grave.
They’re a cut above the rest;
Let’s give the honor that is due
To our country’s very best.
Oct 26 2009 4:14 AM
Have a blessed week- Remember Jesus loves you & so do I:)
Oct 19 2009 2:02 AM
When we choose to be parents,
we accept another human being as part
of ourselves,
and a large part of our emotional selves will stay
with that person as long as we live.
From that time on, there will be another
person on this earth whose orbit
around us will affect us as surely as the moon affects
the tides, and affect us in some ways more
deeply than anyone else can.
Our children are extensions of ourselves.
Love Vicki~
Oct 11 2009 8:03 PM
Sep 28 2009 5:26 AM
Have a great week:)
Sep 24 2009 5:44 PM
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Sep 7 2009 4:06 PM
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Sep 5 2009 11:08 PM
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Aug 27 2009 1:31 AM
Our Angels Gone But Never Forgotten.
http://groups.myspace.com/missingourlittleangels
Aug 24 2009 4:55 PM
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Aug 21 2009 1:59 PM
Aug 20 2009 6:59 AM
Aug 17 2009 6:49 PM
Aug 14 2009 6:24 PM
Aug 11 2009 8:34 PM
And the voices of the Night
Wake the better soul, that slumbered,
To a holy, calm delight;
Ere the evening lamps are lighted,
And, like phantoms grim and tall,
Shadows from the fitful firelight
Dance upon the parlor wall;
Then the forms of the departed
Enter at the open door;
The beloved, the true-hearted,
Come to visit me once more;
He, the young and strong, who cherished
Noble longings for the strife,
By the roadside fell and perished,
Weary with the march of life!
They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so meekly,
Spake with us on earth no more!
And with them the Being Beauteous,
Who unto my youth was given,
More than all things else to love me,
And is now a saint in heaven.
With a slow and noiseless footstep
Comes that messenger divine,
Takes the vacant chair beside me,
Lays her gentle hand in mine.
And she sits and gazes at me
With those deep and tender eyes,
Like the stars, so still and saint-like,
Looking downward from the skies.
Uttered not, yet comprehended,
Is the spirit's voiceless prayer,
Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,
Breathing from her lips of air.
Oh, though oft depressed and lonely,
All my fears are laid aside,
If I but remember only
Such as these have lived and died!
~SafeGuard~
Aug 11 2009 3:38 AM
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Aug 6 2009 4:31 PM
Sincerely,
Ronnie's Mom
Lorri