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I cannot wait, my love, To see the blue skies I adore, From another city I love That I've been to before But without you.
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Today, I was telling my daughter, a story I had heard long ago. There was a poor orphan boy, someone gave him two rupees,
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April has Fool's Day no fool is he, but plenty cash flows to son's hands Copyright © 3/31/2026 by Andrea O. Corwin Thanks for stopping by! 😃 If you like ♡ my scribbles, hit the subscribe button. Please consider leaving a comment. ✍️❤️
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You Abused My Child Now You Must Die There are lines in this world that should never be crossed, lines that exist without question,
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This is what it means to BURN - never to exist !? This is what it means to burn, to never exist !? The way in which our lives accept the little things in LIFe !
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Neglect, clear twenty years ago, resulted in the loss of invaluable lessons that shaped the future. Back then, nobody knew it yet,
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once weak and frail maintaining tides weathering gales where faith resides glimmers of hope and letting go temporal lobe
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Snow In June Are You Kidding Me Snow in June, I stood there longer than I should have, watching it fall like it made sense,
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During the 1800's, perhaps 1900's - I decided I wanted an Education !? During the 1800's, perhaps 1900's - I decided I wanted an Education !?
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Love. Do I really love this version of me? Do I really love the person I have become? Let's rewind. And ask. What has changed?
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In the quiet of a house that once felt like a wind‑choked forest, the walls breathe in a rhythm only the floorboards remember.
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