Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Hickory Dickory Dock
Hickory dickory dock, The mouse flew right up the clock to her growing, young flock She wanted to get home before the last tick tock. Hickory dickory dock.
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Monday, November 5, 2012
Teach The Preach.
“Where is Joseph Smith in the Bible?” Joseph Smith wasn't born until December 23, 1805 “Do you know Satan and Jesus Christ are not brothers? Maybe you should be more factual This Mormon woman has got to Teach the Preach. I am a Mormon, not a moron. You are a bigot, maybe you should try being A Christian. Then you can better lead your flock This Mormon woman has got to Teach the Preach. There is only One who judges. It is not you.
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Sunday, November 4, 2012
I know who you are and I saw what you did.
I know who you are, and I saw what you did. Little sunflowers pulled up by the root. Just thrown aside. As you did it, you just sighed. It's now uproot. I know who you are And I saw what you did. On a wall, by her room, You wrote the word, "bitch." Are you now filled with gloom? It must her curly hair that sends your mood into the ditch. Does she get your face all a red bloom? I know who you are, And I saw what did. Doesn't your greasy, ugly girlfriend feel any jealousy? The curly haired girl...
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Proverbs 11:22
I look outside to see the glory of our Father, Oh so Heavenly. I look beyond and beneath without much glee, like a ring of gold in a swine's snout, the ugly behind the beauty stands out. In a mirror, I do see an image of—well—me. If I look deep, what will it be? Will it be pretty? Will it be ugly? Is there goodwill to my fellow man given lovingly? Or nothing but the bad, the evil sins, and the downright ugly with all the cruelty? If it must be the latter, oh Heavenly Father, guide my feet so...
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Saturday, November 3, 2012
My Shy
Shiloh My Shy You saunter so. Big yellow eyes Oh so fierce Set in your little black face So sweet Your little mouth White and set. One minute Sweet, playful, and bouncy. Suddenly feisty The next second. My Shy, Such a cat. Truly loved
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Friday, November 2, 2012
The Blackest Gift.
It is a night of dark desire, a strange, beautiful song of blood. Wolves vent their pain. A full moon, The immortal one awakes. Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her gaunt form, a brooding wanting. Her silken, raven hair cascades over translucent ivory shoulders, and her full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the red tears streaming from the pale flesh beneath her. Now a night of new life, I rise. Thursday, November 01, 2012 04:10:24 PM
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Without A Sign.
It begins all of a sudden; I don't feel fine. And without a sign, My eyelids begin to twitch, like a computer, with too many a glitch. my limbs go and I feel so incredibly dumb. All over my body, my nerves are tingling so badly, I'm left shaking. From the pain, my body's quaking. My skin begins to crawl like spiders crawling up my arms. I feel like I will start to fall. I really do give it my all. This disease takes so much, and it gives nothing in return. I feel like a freak. I think everyone...
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