Tag: love
group name: redheadedstepkid
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November 06, 2009 03:20 PM EST --
©2009 Cook Communications Ministries. Talking to the Dead by Bonnie Grove. Used with permission. May not be further reproduced. All rights reserved.
Kevin was dead and the people . . .
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August 01, 2008 01:13 AM EDT --
Isn't it funny how fast blue eyes turn grey.... . . .
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November 05, 2009 01:50 PM EST --
A major theme in Talking to the Dead by Bonnie Grove is how people deal with grief. The fact is, in spite of the steps of grieving outlined by psychologists, the individual reactions and timelines . . .
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December 20, 2007 02:15 PM EST --
Still trying to nail jello to a tree.............
ANGEL OF MY DREAMS
© Robert C Burnham
You are the angel of my dreams . . .
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November 06, 2009 12:11 AM EST --
Wow! I went to take a nap because my finger was killing me and I return to a love-fest, or should I say feast?
I am not going to hurt myself, or do something bad.
Sorry my little buds, that my poems . . .
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October 02, 2007 09:10 AM EDT --
WHAT I LEARNED FROM CARTER WILLIAM K
Carter William K was three months old when he died. Not three months old by the world’s measure that begins numbering our days from the time we are pushed . . .
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October 03, 2007 04:56 PM EDT --
WHAT PEOPLE SAY
©Robert C Burnham
I never got to know you
But you took my heart away
Leaving me just an empty shell
Wandering through lonely days
I have no lasting substance
No fearless . . .
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March 24, 2008 10:04 PM EDT --
True, perfect love is rare. So rare, that I've never seen it between two people. Oh, I've seen love. The normal kind. The yes, I love you, until death do us part as long as you do what I . . .
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January 17, 2008 11:42 AM EST --
Kathy was a seventeen year old senior in high school and ecstatic to be engaged to her long-time sweetheart, Gary. The pair had plans to wed after her graduation, in June of 1958. A Monday morning in . . .
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February 23, 2008 01:46 PM EST --
Tonight the urge to write to my gather friends became stronger than the fear of not writing. I don't know why I become fearful over time, when I am absent for awhile. I am sure it goes back to some . . .
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March 23, 2008 03:10 PM EDT --
I thought I would update everyone on my family!
My grandmother has moved from the hospital into the health care center at her assisted living center. Her Medicare will pay for her rehabilitation, only . . .
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November 04, 2009 01:22 PM EST --
My first thoughts when I started reading Talking to the Dead were, "What kind of Christian book is this? Christians don't believe in ghosts, other than the Holy . . .
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April 28, 2009 04:44 PM EDT --
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April 06, 2009 09:23 PM EDT --
Do you believe you can find love on the internet? Honestly, I don't and would never try it. Love is supposed to be something that just happens. Plus there's all those creepy people out their who . . .
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March 23, 2008 02:46 PM EDT --
Recently I have been writing little praise poems. After using them for greetings on Boomertowne message boards, I have decided to publish them here together.
Easter!
Light of life,
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December 06, 2008 11:45 PM EST --
Another poem I was just tinkering with...Hope you like
WHEN I SEE YOU SMILE
When I see you smile from across the way.
My heart gets bright like a clear summer day.
Your smile . . .
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October 09, 2007 08:54 AM EDT --
Kiester
The Air Force base daycare I worked at in Spokane was usually a joyless place. There were too many children crowded into small rooms and left for more hours than could ever be considered . . .
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October 08, 2007 09:37 AM EDT --
My friend Marie J. R. posted a poem entitled 'Handicaps' last week. Please feel free to visit her poem: . . .
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November 17, 2008 01:31 PM EST --
I'm hurting so much inside
My eyes have bags of tears
Can't you see?
Sometimes I stare out the window hoping you walk by
Other times I wait by the phone for your call
I hurt so bad when . . .
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February 01, 2009 09:54 AM EST --
Your love,
Completes me,
Like the,
Warm sun,
On a,
Dreary day!
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