planning my next moves, can't wait :)Mood: happy
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Wrote two books of poetry.
proofreading term papers and manuscripts
Mixed Matters North Bay Media Review.com
Qween Bee
Katrina Rawls
King Duckett
Danielle C.
Gina Quinn
Anjuelle Floyd
Terry Moore
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Glad you are enjoying the poems...more to come!
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My hubby is no sports fanatic but I'll get him there. He's gotten use to us scheduling things around the games on TV now, lol! He can follow the tennis matches now.
I can't wait to get my books! :) I know, I know, it took me long enough right, lol! Did you autograph them for me? :)
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Category: Life
For those impoverished, who 'struggle' to exist and dream of living,
For those who are used, abused, imprisoned and supressed.
For those who are overwhelmed, disheartened, broken and depressed.
For those whom are misled, preyed upon and used as 'pawns'.
For those on life's 'paper chase' who fall victims to false portraits,
For those who have endured the loss of a loved one through violence.
For those who are victimized by racism, ignorance and stereotyping.
For those who prey upon the weaknesses and short-comings of man.
For those who strip the 'wealth of dreams' of those whom are misfortunate.
For those who have never cried for the pain and misery of a 'fellow man'.
For those who seek strength and relief from vices created by man.
For everyone, everywhere who walks within the light of day and sees the beauty within the darkness of night.
I give to you inspiration that was bestowed upon me....
RAG DOLL
Lord, I come to you like a broken rag doll,
My dress is torn and stained.
My arm is half-hanging on.
My eyes aren't shining and trusting like they once were.
And my expression isn't innocent and transparent anymore.
I'm not the unused, brand-new rag doll I once was.
Yes, my smile is till there,
But not as spontaneous as it once was;
It's a little more forced now;
A bit more tired.
I need to be picked up by you, Lord,
Picked up, held tightly, loved and reassured.
Reassured that no matter how I look,
Or how dirty and scuffed up and broken I am,
You love me like when I was brand new.
Would you please hold me, Lord?
By: R. Williams
Much Love and Respect to Everyone, Everywhere
Lady Gray
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