Tag: love
group name: hitchingpost
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March 10, 2008 02:59 PM EDT --
You still haven't found your true love even though you have spent evenings browsing the produce department at the grocery store, way too much time hanging out in bars, or hours sweating it out at . . . more
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March 06, 2008 07:15 AM EST --
"The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue." -Anonymous
"If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went." . . . more
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August 19, 2008 06:17 PM EDT --
Little Pieces of Me
A few years ago I had quite a different life. I suddenly found myself a young single mother with three children to journey through life with. My neavu unmarried status was not a . . . more
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April 16, 2008 08:29 AM EDT --
Why is it that when you go out on a date and everything is absolutely wonderful, you say you are going to call at the end of the night and don't?
Wouldn't it just be easier to say I had a great . . . more
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February 19, 2008 10:38 AM EST --
Copyright 02/19/08 8:30AM by me. All rights reserved.
She used to make me laugh
at her silly jokes.
She used to call me at 11:15 every morning
just to see how I was doing.
She, . . . more
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June 26, 2008 02:08 PM EDT --
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June 16, 2008 09:58 PM EDT --
According to Joan Rivers.....
(The following quotes are all attributed to Ms. Joan Rivers - the sources vary but please . . . more
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June 05, 2008 03:22 AM EDT --
He asks her for a hug,
something simple between two people
that once shared so much more,
but she refuses to accomodate his request.
He steps onto the train, with tear-filled eyes.
Appearing . . . more
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February 07, 2008 09:23 PM EST --
"There is only one happiness in life,
to love and be loved."
- George Sand -
Now I don't know who George Sand is. I probably could look him up, that is if I wasn't thinking . . . more
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March 15, 2008 10:20 AM EDT --
Forgotten
Waiting
By the window
When will you come to me?
A lone wolf crouches in pity,
Lingers.
Hungry
By the wood pile;
Doomed heart beats fitfully.
Like me, it feels abandoned, . . . more
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January 17, 2008 08:40 PM EST --
MyWindow
My window looks at a fairy tree.
Its branches bend and twist.
Its leaves are whispering with glee
Its hallow makes a whistle.
A little river under the tree
Is running . . . more
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January 06, 2008 10:32 AM EST --
Thanks once again to Mr. Jim Ross for introducing me to Rictameter poetry. Although I like the style I do not wish to make it my calling card. Therefore, I'm thinking this may be my . . . more
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June 13, 2008 11:41 AM EDT --
I've been a sleep-deprived Mama for over seven months now; my son Timothy stubbornly won't take a bottle and still nurses about twice a night. I thought that was an improvement from getting up . . . more
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June 18, 2008 08:56 AM EDT --
Dream
[©robert c. burnham]
Dreaming
Of eyes mirroring
My inner soul
Of . . . more
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August 27, 2008 04:00 AM EDT --
THE CENTURION
©Robert C Burnham
You were in the employ of Pilate
And you served a Roman horde
You killed many men in battle
And defeated rebel dischord
Your . . . more
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March 06, 2008 07:58 AM EST --
Yesterday's gone,
Tomorrow's not here
It's just good in this moment
to have you my dear.
Life is filled with the moments we live in
Let's make the most of this one we've . . . more
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August 27, 2008 03:45 AM EDT --
This is April's wedding, my sister. They were married 2 years ago. She is Tanner's mom and is now pregnant with twins. This is her second marriage, his first, he looks kinda freaked..LOL
Here . . . more
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January 02, 2008 04:59 PM EST --
For all my friends who read this ............
IT MATTERS TO ME
©Robert c Burnham
It matters to me, if you're sitting alone
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January 10, 2008 12:59 AM EST --
This is based on my favorite passage in the Bible and I felt compelled to share it with you tonight.
Dear Heavenly Father, there are some troubled souls . . . more
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January 16, 2008 05:33 PM EST --
This one is dedicated to Susan, Crystal and my new Gather friend Marsha. Please Enjoy!
A Mother's Pride
© Robert Burnham
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