

An Ending Love PoemSend me a fierce song. Send me a choir of rage to swallow- to drown- the caves seeding between my ribs.An Ending Love Poem
But if you know this season, cherry-pink petals and hoping buds, if you know that hope makes her place deep beneath the wet and muck, that hope knows no time, hope knows only being- if you have your shovel handy, you know that there is no room for anger. If blood bubbles, it spreads in floodplains, under down covers and soft giggles, never over rubble and heart's death, not in this season.
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Look at the bright side of things. You could be in a worse situation.
an old fashioned rhyme for you on your special day
Monday's child is fair of face.
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is loving and giving.
Thursday's child works hard for a living,
Friday's child fears no foe.
Saturday's child has far to go.
And Sundays child is bonny and wise in every way.
More about the rhyme: [link]
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We
we borrow it from the children.
Native American Proverb
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It's March 30th which means it's your special day. Hoping you have a fantastic birthday, get some nice gifts and generally get to enjoy it lots.
All the best and much love from the birthdays team to you
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"Streams and rivers are welcomed into the ocean. Accepting everyone, no one is left out. When one knows one is part of something larger than oneself, one can relax. The river floods when its banks are full. Respect your limits; just do what you can do".
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Ed
"If you're not confused, you're misinformed." - Tom Clancy
The Trouble with a Love Poem
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To doubt the truth of another is to doubt truth itself.
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'cause there's beauty in the breakdown
(But I still miss you more)
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Leaving so soon? I was about to poison the tea.
I'm still missing it.
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"I sing what was lost and dread what was won,
I walk in a battle fought over again,
My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men,
Feet to the Rising and Setting may run,
They always beat on the same small stone."
- W. B. Yeats.
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
Baa, star child.
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