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Happiness

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The Way We Were

Inspired by Barbara Streisand’s song “The Way We Were”

The Way We Were

Humanity now suffers from the loss of, it’s passions from the past;
Those things that made us happy...

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HOLIDAYS AT HOME

I'm going to Costa del Kitchen tomorrow
Los Living room is causing me sorrow
The weather...

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My Father and me

My Father and me

Amidst my mindfulness of memories I can smell the salty sea
I swear I can sense my tastebuds...

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Stay close to God

Now is the time to stay close to the Lord especially he wants us to be friends not enemies stay close to...

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Steps

A change in thinking

Steps

Steps lead up to a future uncertain,
Leading forth for all who may follow,
Though they lead...

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Wake Up

Wake Up

These shards sink in hard, they twist my flesh and remind me of all the things I now detest in this life...

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Miracles still happen

Today miracles still happen today people are born people grow old
miracles still happen today ,...

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Sunny day

There Lord is working in my life each and every day
I am reminded that his love is greater than our...

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The Road

The Road

There are many roads to life the road to success ,
and the road to failure,
the road to...

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Beautiful beaded bubbles

Beautiful beaded bubbles

Beautiful beaded bubbles blowing through the air
Popping and exploding in a delightful debonair...

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TRAVEL A COUNTRY ROAD

Travel a country road to see where it might lead
Whether you go slow or maybe at speed
Left...

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IDOLISING AN IDOL

Staring at her picture on his bedroom wall
Admired this lady since he was small
Seen all her...

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What a beautiful day

What a beautiful day

The sun is shining the air is mild the birds are singing a tune ,chripping to
be exact what a...

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IRISH BLESSING

IRISH BLESSING

Hello my angels, I hope you are all doing well and being safe Happy St. Patrick's day...May you have the...

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how empty are all your...

how empty are all your handfuls?

how empty are all your handfuls?
do we all sleep where the wolves blink-
and the moon seep...