Oh Baby Baby!

Now this always up lifts ones spirits to see the birth of a young person
so full of life, dreams and hopes.
An innocent unaware of the world except what you show it.
A little being only wishing to be loved and hugged and kissed.

What an incredible gift to human kind. :)
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I got a letter from my sister. She just had a baby. But she didn't say whether it's a boy or girl. So I don't know if I'm an uncle or an aunt.

Dewey and Odell met on the Brownsville main street. "Say," said Dewey, "Ah hurd yew and yore wife is goin' ta night school ta take Spanish lessons. How cum?" "Uh huh," answered Odell. "We went and adopted us a little Mexican baby, and we wanna be able ta understand him when he gets old enough ta talk!"

Mum, are the Smiths very poor people? I don't think so, Jimmy. Why do you ask? Because they made such a fuss when their baby swallowed a coin

Who is bigger - Mrs Bigger or Mrs Bigger's baby? Mrs Bigger's baby, because he's a little Bigger.

Orchid of Life

My time is your time
And your time is mine
Your love is my love
And my love is thine
We walk through life together
It was no plan

It was pre planned forever
before our time

My time is your time
And your time is mine
Our song we sing together
Before our time

Hold on, for the big ride
We'll make the finish line

Because my time is your time
And your love is mine.

A Lady's Life







a day of glass you tube.

Frank came into his wife's room one day. "If I were disfigured, would you still love me?" he asked her.

"Darling, I'll always love you," she said calmly, filing her nails.

"How about if I became crippled and couldn't hug you any more?" he asked nervously.

"Don't worry, darling, I'll always love you," she told him, buffing her nails.

"Well, how about if I lost my job as vice president?" Frank went on, "If I wasn't pulling in six figures any more, would you still love me then?"

The woman looked over at her husband's worried face. "Frank, I'll always love you," she reassured him, "but most of all, I'll really miss you."

lol


Be good to yourself today

Guitarists Song.

We sing to music to express our passions
We pull strings in our hearts
And from somewhere deep within,
A melody ventures
To bring forth tears of joy or woe.

We sing to bring the world together
We sing to march to a different tune
We play to pass time in composure
Remembering something we left behind

We sing to lift up our spirits
We sing to have a good cry
We sing because of boredom
We sing to have a good time

So play guitarist,
Play your tune
Play for fortune or
Play for doom
Play to live or
Play to die
Tell your story
And I'll tell mine.

A Lady's Life

Precious Gypsy

Precious Gypsy Sing your song

Tap Dance to the melody

Never mind who lives or dies

We’ll drink to prosperity

You left me shaking at the gate

Wilted bouquet crying

I don’t know how long I stood

In misery sighing

You tore the strings of my guitar,

I will never play it

You left a fire in my heart

I will not deny it

Today I play a violin

And your precious daughter dances

She asks me where her Mommy is

I say, she’s travelling with Colossus

I since heard you’re alone again

The songs don’t last forever

Sometimes a gypsy hearts to blame

And sometimes it’s the choices

Precious gypsy sing your song

Of broken hearts and sadness

Remember I am still your friend though

You’re not the Goddess Isis.

:)ALADY'SLIFE

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This poem depicts a woman who feels claustrophobic being tied down to one place No ones to blame for her leaving. This man is still bitterly in love with her. She tore the strings to his guitar which symbolizes complete separation He is watching his beautiful daughter dance to the violin he now plays singing a sadder melody, to make her,one day, more powerful than her mother He tells her, her Mother is on a special mission with Colossus, built in honor of Helios A young Greek sun god who rises in the morning from the ocean and rides a chariot pulled by 4 horses in the sky He refers to his wife as not being Isis, a goddess of Egypt, also worshipped in the Greco Roman world, as an ideal Mother ,wife, matron of nature and magic.Both Mother and daughter will always be very precious to him.Which makes the story so much sadder.

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Francois de la Rochefoucauld
When we are in love we often doubt that which we most believe.