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God’s Surprises – Musings From Down Under
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Musings From Down Under. He is never absent, with a whisper and a touch of a soft breeze He visits with His love. September 22, 2009. September 22, 2009. 8220;No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him.”. There are many stories of God’s surprises written, and he continues to surprise us each day with little hints of what heaven will be like. When we move from this life to the next, we will receive the biggest surprise of all. Mimmy aka Joyce Smith.
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Poppy’s Secret Garden – Musings From Down Under
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Musings From Down Under. He is never absent, with a whisper and a touch of a soft breeze He visits with His love. Poppy’s Secret Garden. September 24, 2009. In Memory of my father. Today would have been his 83rd birthday. His garden still thrives, his garden gnomes still guard the little creatures who visit. 8221; There was a Crooked Man”. 7 thoughts on “ Poppy’s Secret Garden. September 24, 2009 at 3:50 pm. What a lovely tribute to your father, and what a lovely garden. September 25, 2009 at 12:48 pm.
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” There was a Crooked Man” – Musings From Down Under
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Musings From Down Under. He is never absent, with a whisper and a touch of a soft breeze He visits with His love. 8221; There was a Crooked Man”. September 27, 2009. September 27, 2009. 8220;There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile,. He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile. He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse. And they all lived together in a little crooked house”. It wasn’t until I reached. That I found the connection with the Rhyme . The origin of the Nursery rhyme.
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POETRY BY STACEY: The truth behind the screen
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Poetry is the freedom to write about anything your heart and mind desires. Whether it be fact or fiction, serious or humorous, my poems consist of little bit everything. Sunday, 11 May 2008. The truth behind the screen. Trailing the internet one lonely night,. Just by chance he found a site,. 8220;Find the woman of your dreams“,. It stated it was guaranteed. Out of curiosity he took a look,. A few weeks later, he was completely hooked,. When a photo appeared upon his screen,. So now she wanted to wipe th...
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POETRY BY STACEY: "What?.......You don't use metaphors?.."
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Poetry is the freedom to write about anything your heart and mind desires. Whether it be fact or fiction, serious or humorous, my poems consist of little bit everything. Sunday, 6 July 2008. You don't use metaphors? Casting aspersions, on your name,. Follow the rules or don’t play the game,. Spend years revising and taking notes,. Make sure you’re serious, or you’re just a joke. Speak the language, to get in their books,. If you don’t, there’s no chance of a look,. Then you’re never be taken at all...
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POETRY BY STACEY: Mr.Savage
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Poetry is the freedom to write about anything your heart and mind desires. Whether it be fact or fiction, serious or humorous, my poems consist of little bit everything. Tuesday, 29 July 2008. Click below link to read or hear his rant. Http:/ www.althouse.blogspot.com/2008/07/savage-autism.html. Mr Michael. Savage is the only man,. Voicing an opinion like no one can,. Lack of knowledge, causes anger to breed,. Upsetting parents, all part of his deed. Clearly obvious his brain’s not in gear,. For every ch...
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POETRY BY STACEY: Alone
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Poetry is the freedom to write about anything your heart and mind desires. Whether it be fact or fiction, serious or humorous, my poems consist of little bit everything. Saturday, 17 May 2008. Feeling uncomfortable, they stood and stared,. The events of the morning, causing despair,. Woken by the sound of glass being shattered,. Just six month before it had been the same pattern. Dreading those questions they needed to ask,. For fear that the answer would be the same as the past,. Never really noticing t...
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POETRY BY STACEY: A Stolen Heart
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Poetry is the freedom to write about anything your heart and mind desires. Whether it be fact or fiction, serious or humorous, my poems consist of little bit everything. Sunday, 29 June 2008. She was taken aback that was for sure,. Never expecting to see him anymore,. Years had passed since that very last night,. When his true persona had come to light. Recognising him instantly, he hadn’t changed,. Just a few greying hairs were a sign he had aged,. Now they were seated several tables apart,. She called ...
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POETRY BY STACEY: Secrets and Lies
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Poetry is the freedom to write about anything your heart and mind desires. Whether it be fact or fiction, serious or humorous, my poems consist of little bit everything. Monday, 28 April 2008. The love of her life, she would always gloat,. Now these words stuck in her throat,. Husband and wife, certificate signed,. Not taken lightly, she was sure at the time. His infidelity was hidden underground ,. Until this moment no proof could be found,. But maybe in hindsight she tried to deny,. A story told all to...
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POETRY BY STACEY: Prima Donna
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Poetry is the freedom to write about anything your heart and mind desires. Whether it be fact or fiction, serious or humorous, my poems consist of little bit everything. Sunday, 4 May 2008. With her long glossy hair and beauty in her face,. Clothes worn tightly, but with elegance and taste ,. Long slender legs, teamed off with high heels ,. With an air of confidence she knows that she thrills. Stepping out of the car, she’s far too late,. But treats the occasion more like a date,. I’m in all the pa...
