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At 6:59pm on August 4th, 2008, Shirldean Wood said…: There are special angels,
you will encounter here in life,
and lift you up above your fight.
They whisper a prayer softly for you,
Whether they are near or far away,
and somehow they always know all the right things to say.
They have a smile and a look in their eyes,
that light up every corner of your heart,
and they love you as their own,
they have a gentle way about them,
that makes it feel like home.
They can see the shadows in your life,
that noone else could find,
and chase away that shadow, till it's only joy they find.
Everytime you think of them,
It feels like Heaven smiling down,
There is a certain glow around them,
and you know without a doubt,
this is an angel you have found.
You may find yourself wondering,
how do i deserve the honor,
of this angel in my life,
don't question God's blessing,
Just seek out His face,
Jesus paid the price for us,
and He blessed us in it's place.
There are special angels,
You will encounter throughout life,
i believe that with all my heart,
i know and i praise God everyday,
because you have been mine.

At 8:25pm on July 29th, 2008, Rïpplingwätërz said…: HOPE YOU HAVE A RELAXING EVENING

At 3:14pm on June 30th, 2008, Rïpplingwätërz said…: Have a Rockin Monday, got a busy week ahead with work and trying to get ready for my camping trip. Will try stopping again through out the week.

At 5:49pm on June 23rd, 2008, Mark Co said…: Monday? What happend to the Weekend

At 5:37am on June 3rd, 2008, Ða†Âmë§™† said…: El amor es una fruta, espesa en su jugo,
El amor es una sonrisa, una caricia,
El amor es el silencio del crepúsculo,
El amor es el rostro de un ángel,
Mi huella en la tuya,
Tu boca rota, maltratada por los vientos que te roban,
El amor es una mirada ciega,
Es un árbol seco y muerto, es la primavera,
Eres tú y soy yo, el chocolate.
El amor es un suspiro, casi una bocanada.
El amor es tu beso en la nada, y una estructura de almíbar.
Un castillo de cartas, la verdad y la mentira.
El amor es una suerte de gracias, la cama húmeda, y el aire salitre.
El amor es el cuerpo fresco cómo la hierba, tu novedad, mi morada.
El amor es la lágrima qué en los ríos se agranda,
Y tu risa, sonora, sonora cómo mi corazón que palpita.

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