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Thursday, October 13, 2011
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Breaking Water
Motherhood is like that winter storm When everything comes to a halt And no one knows what to expect And things are done, when they are don...
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Today I stop by this little park in my son old school. Long time ago, in this same place, I asked him and his classmates what did they wan... -
She was a " social butterfly" They say... Her days went by Flying from flower to flower Tasting the nectar of life While adorning... -
Is product of selfishness and lack of love. Started long. time ago. A brother killed his brother out of envy...and so...the War started.