Tuesday, March 31, 2009

i just like it..a female thang

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“ You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.

— Bob Marley (via megamazing) (via crazybeautiful) (via bon-bon)

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Death of a Neighbor...a southern boy although an old man

This relates to my neighbor Sam who was a Georgia boy and passed at 58 yrs. of age Jan. 31

Death of a Neighbor

The sun rose with a gloomy, groaning grunt on that day,

Why this happened, I cannot say.

An explosion in the air I could not quite detect,

Corners brought chills I knew not what was next.

The winter had been dark, hungry and harsh.

Life continued but seemed like such a farce.

The dogs were barking looking to the right,

The death of a neighbor sometime in the night.

Two, no three days came and they went,

Continously barking of the dogs until they were spent,

The death wagon came but did not stop for Johnny or me,

It went to the right, my neighbor is free.

Death of a Neighbor...a southern boy although an old man

Death of a Neighbor...

The sun rose with a gloomy groaning grunt that day,

Why this happened I cannot say.

An explosion in the air I could not quite detect,

Corners brought chills, I knew not what was next.

The winter had been dark, hungry and harsh,

Life continued but seemed like such a farce.

The dogs were barking worriedly looking to the right,

The death of a neighbor sometime in the night.

Two, no three days came and they went,

Dogs constantly barking until they were almost spent,

The death wagon came, but did not stop for Johnny or me,

It went to the right, my neighbor is free.

this relates to my neighbor Sam Faucett who died Jan. 31st, but was not found until Feb. 2nd or 3rd...always listen to your dogs..he was originally from Georgia and had a five by-pass heart surgery a few years back and suffered from diabetes

by anne