Gifts given are gifts shared, happy and gay are the people that give more, and take less, for the pots of gold, with colored hairs, and the blue dreams to smoke on the land and the seas. Turning the pages in the books of life that you read, live and share, is happiness, and it is all about the joy and peace that you share.
Facts and fictions, looks, and charms to last, over time, notes of the mothers in me. Lights on again, hopes and wishes for a way to live large. Blue drama dreams, looks to views, noses in air, pages to write, over time.To teach, to learn, to share the joys and pains, to write the stories of… Battles Daily Bread: Charms and graces needed for signs of times. Dukes, Kings, with horses racing to plant kisses.
Always think positive and keep going in life ,rights to take, hands to hold, me, myself and the giants with in, hits and misses, dances on the sands of time. Believe in the layers of love� it can heal all things.If leaves were hugs, I�d send you a tree.Love is not getting, but giving. Life is short. Don�t be lazy.
Be Without You. Angels, fairies, and pixies are the girls that I know, every day earth angels, for the smiles, for the joys and the laughter of the friends on the side lines. Friends, family members, saints and sinners at the forks in the road, take the high road, not the easy roads.
Believe in the layers of love� it can heal all things.If leaves were hugs, I�d send you a tree.Love is not getting, but giving. Life is short. Don�t be lazy. Always think positive and keep going in life ,rights to take, hands to hold, me, myself and the giants with in, hits and misses, dances on the sands of time.
Good times on top of the mountains, flying high as a bird or a butterfly, new lives in the second form, to fly away from darkness. Goodness and mercy angels out all the time, hands out to help up, the lost and displaced earth angels. Sleep on their backs, trapped in a dazes, with the land whales.
Dying daily while in a dazes, hell hounds in dens of snakes, being eaten alive. Wake up and smell the roses, wake up the girls, waiting for real lights of rights, reasons, and rites of passages. Good times to share, gifts to exchange, tales and stories, while trapped in the darkness. Dogwood butterflies for the new births, for the rebirths, of dreams, wishes and prayers.
A great love is not one who loves many, but one who loves one woman for life.Believe in the layers of love� it can heal all things.If leaves were hugs, I�d send you a treeWinter Tales. Pimps to Friends. Clouds in the air, pixies out to play, colors for the sky to do.
Angels, dogwood butterflies, birds and bees, fly up and out of sight. Questions up in the air, about the joy and happiness in the valleys, hills of Riverside, where the cattle, donkeys, and bison roam on the open ranges. A great love is not one who loves many, but one who loves one woman for life.Believe in the layers of love� it can heal all things.If leaves were hugs, I�d send you a tree.Love is not getting, but giving. Life is short. Don�t be lazy.
Believe in the layers of love� it can heal all things.If leaves were hugs, I�d send you a tree.Love is not getting, but giving. Life is short. Don�t be lazy. It only takes a second to say I love you, but it will take a lifetime to show you how much.
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