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Member- 10.09.16 12:58 AM
There’s a place where I go that no one else knows,
Where mysteries abound and excitement grows.
A place out of reach of any man’s hands,
Safely secluded in a far away land
Beyond the grasp of those who may plunder
The wealth of its power and its life changing wonder.
I go alone to my secret place, never leaving a trace
For someone to follow and discover my space
Where I keep my secrets, my fears, and my regrets
Away from the world and all of its threats.
It’s mine and mine alone!
The only place I can call my own.
I treasure the moments spent in this realm
Where anything is possible and I’m at the helm.
This place I describe is all that it seems …
It’s a magical place I call my dreams.
John Raines (2016)
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- 10.18.16 2:59 AM
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A FRIEND INDEED IS SOMEONE WHO WILL TAKE YOUR SECRETS TO THE GRAVE WITH THEM .
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WHEN PEOPLE SAY YOUR OVER THE HILL I SAY HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT HILL IVE BEEN CLIMBING .
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LOVE SHEL SILVERSTEIN WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS . AND MANY REASONS WHY I CAN NOT GO TO SCHOOL TODAY . BUT I MUST GO OUT AND PLAY . PRECIOUS .
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If any of you are not old enough to remember the songs of Bob Dylan, go check out his song lyrics. He just became the only musician to win a Nobel Prize in literature. His signing is an acquired taste, but his lyrics speak to everyone.
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Hi girls, :womanhappy:
Just some of my favorite quotes from Ole Willy:smileyhappy:
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- 10.16.16 12:56 AM
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” When a person shows you who they are the first time, believe them”
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- 10.12.16 11:18 PM
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- 10.12.16 11:14 PM
From the Dark Tower by Countee Cullen
We shall not always plant while others reap
The golden increment of bursting fruit,
Not always countenance, abject and mute,
That lesser men should hold their brothers cheap;
Not everlastingly while others sleep
Shall we beguile their limbs with mellow flute,
Not always bend to some more subtle brute;
We were not made to eternally weep.
The night whose sable breast relieves the stark,
White stars is no less lovely being dark,
And there are buds that cannot bloom at all
In light, but crumple, piteous, and fall;
So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds,
And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.
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