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I love your uniquie heartfelt poetry. It resonates within my soul truly. I am always touched deeply by your words. Words so full of wisdom and wealth purer than gold. A new friendship is so lovely indeed. Always, Hummingbird
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving. ~ Kahlil Gibran ~
Thanks for being my MySpace Friend :) Renee' Renee Thronson.com
Hey you..just passing to say Hello and wishing u a wonderful Thanksgiving as well..Take Care and be safe...sending with lot's of love from Hollywood,Ca..xoxoxo
I have a request: will you work on a holiday poem for us? Something beautiful to post on our profiles for the holiday season...your words, combined with the images you choose for them, are magical!
Bob and Martha have been married for 15 years. Every morning for 15 years, Bob wakes up, farts loudly, rolls over onto his back and gets up for work.
Every morning for 15 years, Martha says, "One of these days, you're gonna fart your guts out!"
One Thanksgiving morning, Martha's preparing the turkey and gets an idea. Before her husband gets up, she creeps upstairs and places the turkey innards in his pajama bottoms, giggling to herself.
Well, later that morning, Bob wakes up and goes through his morning ritual. He screams as he goes running into the bathroom. Martha laughs, but is concerned after noticing that Bob has been in the bathroom for 3 hours.
She runs upstairs, and is about to knock on the door, when Bob opens up, pale as a ghost. He says, "You were right. You were right. I did fart my guts out, but by the grace of God and these two fingers I got them back up there again. "
