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by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen - 2006-12-11
Growing up my parents had a pair of bronze shoes. Yes, these were my baby shoes. I LOVED those baby shoes of course.A box years later was unpacked by my mother holding yet another pair of my baby sh...
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by Paul Davis - 2006-12-11
You are very special God's gift to the world Filled with His Spirit Wise with His Word You are happily harnessed Captivated by God's calling To sin not falling To His Spirit joyously yielding The swor...
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by Joy Cagil - 2006-12-07
Haibun is a poetry form consisting mostly of prose interspersed with haikus or with one haiku at the end. A haiku is a poem that originated in Japan with the 5-7-5 syllable count, and the prose part o...
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by Paul Davis - 2006-12-07
Pivotal moments introduce you to yourself When it's you and you alone Nobody else at home When our ability ends God's ability begins That is if you will relinquish control And simply welcome Him in Tr...
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by Paul Davis - 2006-12-06
Love is a dream Marriage is an alarm clock Infatuation gives you butterflies Selfishness matrimony will crucify Before meeting your perfect match You are desperately lonely Upon marrying your perfect ...
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by Paul Davis - 2006-12-05
Christmas is for the haves Christ is for the have nots Many show up at parties Or don't go because of a gift They haven't bought or got Such feelings of being without Feels like utter rot Never...
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by Dipankar Maibam - 2006-12-01
Where are they?Was a winter morning,riding a bus.It stopped at a Metro pillar.Saw rugged children under itsheltered in a blanket.It was spread in a way,to cover partially them all.Was stunned the wayb...
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by Paul Davis - 2006-11-28
Thanks for caring When I didn't feel well Thanks for sharing When I didn't have much Thanks for feeling When I was without feeling Thanks for being with me When I was lonely Thanks for continuing with...
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by Dennis Siluk - 2006-11-28
Forgetfulness, drowsy Are my days-? (Not all, but many) Heart, like a burning tower Mind, a labyrinth of voices I feel like I'm made of: Rust and red-iron-.It's hard to sleep these Nights-! The dark ...
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by Paul Davis - 2006-11-27
If you can't say something nice Than restrain from vocal vice Say no to noise pollution Soulish contamination Internal aggravation Ridicule and degradation Tearing down another for self-exaltation Fau...
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by Patrick Lumbroso - 2006-04-01
April 01, 2006 Psa 119:107 KJV I am afflicted very much: quicken me, O LORD, according unto thy word. Have you thought that your Christianity would spare you the fiery trials of this life? ...
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by Patrick Lumbroso - 2006-03-26
March 25, 2006 Psa 119:96 KJV I have seen an end of all perfection: but thy commandment is exceeding broad. These are the words of a man who has lived a long and rich life. Only the young,...
