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Yo no soy poeta.
El viento, con su cancin,
su silbido hace notas
que pasan por mi corazn.
El sol sus rayos que brillan
en los ojos del mundo,
ellos son poetas.
Los arboles, el pasto, las flores
son poetas de colores.
Pero yo no soy poeta.

La Noche de donde se cuelga
la Luna y las estrellas brillantes.
En su brillo y su oscuridad,...
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catiedid:
"Say to Mr. Foot for me."

Am I missing something or am I having a blonde moment?
catiedid:
there is a foot cream named after him?!?! am i being blonde again...i really think i am sooooo slow tonight.

does he make it known to everyone he doesn't like feet?!?! or just the chicks he has a "passionate exchange of words" with?!?!

*giggle*
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Blood begets Life.
Life begets hate.
Hate begets Destruction.
Destruction spills blood.
Death erases all.

From Death, blood flow anew.

"Die Lust der Zertrung ist zugleich eine schaffende Lust!"
(The urge for destruction is also a creative urge.)
Michael Bakunin

Life has a tendency to throw us for a loop at times. Our character shows true with how we react to these seemingly endless situations....
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captknutz:
Welcome to my group, hang in there, it gets easier but it takes a very long time, I was told this too but didn't quite comprehend. It'll take longer and hurt longer than you can imagine(thats if you really cared anyway, which it sounds like you do/did) anyways keep your head up, and if you think their is a small chance to fix it or if you want to then go for it, cause you don't want any regrets later or to leave anything unsaid. skull
catiedid:
Be strong my friend. We both know the pain, chaos, and drama is just beginning.

" From our blood and soul flows creation. Be it writing, art, photography, parenthood, etc. Anything we do is creative at its core." Nicely put...so true!

Happy Monday to you.