I am not a Saint nor the perfect woman Seatting nicely at the table, perfectly trained to talk properly, behave like a lady and sound like one...
My days are hectic, running errands, working hard and trying to keep my head above the water...
I make mistakes, poor costly choices that break me in pieces and I put myself together with crazy glue( figuratively speaking) I am the best description of imperfection. Therefore, is not my place to judge, thus I forgive.
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Flowers to celebrate me To brighten my heart with the colors of life! April flowers for a flower... -
I wish that your mornings Be bright, with clear skies That you walk in good paths And that you might have Many reasons to smile I wish that...
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It hurts Sometimes To cut the ties With what you love Because Your own sanity Is at play It hurts Like when a bird Opens the. Cage And flye...
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