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Thread: Ever Wonder Why Single Men Do Not like Single mothers?
priscillakellebrew
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Ever Wonder Why Single Men Do Not like Single mothers?
Posted:
6/1/2005 11:41:18 PM
i would not run from a single father i love kids
priscillakellebrew
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Poetry Collection
Posted:
6/1/2005 11:39:30 PM
Soldiers wake up
Soldiers wake up, knowing there are missions ahead. A cold, distant, and dark morning, eating away at their body. In a strange land. Hesitant, they will continue with a gun in hand. There is no choice; they will rise with their bodies hurt and sore. They will watch out for each other on the field. They all know they must continue. Their minds are focused, straight on the task they so much hate. For they will be in the midst of danger on the battle field,
Advancing with pain, injured, and tired. They simply ignore it. This is what they train for. Then after so long, with the suns beating rays battling them. They find this land dry, dark, and dead. Silent and sedate. That’s all they knew. For they watch each other, like brothers they know this day’s battle will be over. Injured and hurting with scars, and blood and sweat. The day will get dark and cold,
The same way it is in the morning. For now they load up, heads held strong,
with sorrow, loneliness, yearning, yet accomplishment. Their mission is done for the day; they mournfully eye each other, knowing they can't go home. But remembering sadness and brothers for they have to continue, the next day, and the next. For this is a war for freedom, every day. Someone has to pick up the pieces, a wife, aunt, sister, mother, cousin a family. They know little of those who support them. Let's show our warriors we have hearts. God bless our soldiers.
Written by Priscilla kellebrew
priscillakellebrew
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cowgirl needing to find her cowboy
Posted:
6/1/2005 11:31:51 PM
Hi my name is Priscilla and i would like to get together with some people on here in Little rock
and maybe go out and do something some time if you would like to send me a message
priscillakellebrew
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soldies wake up
Posted:
1/6/2005 7:53:36 PM
Soldiers wake up, Knowing there are missions ahead. A cold, distant, and dark morning, Eating away at their body. In a strange land. Hesitant, they will continue with a gun in hand. There is no choice, they will rise with their bodies hurt and sore. They will watch out for each other on the field. They all know they must continue. Their minds are focused, straight on the task they so much hate. For they will be in the midst of danger on the battle field,
Advancing with pain, injured, and tired. They simply ignore it. This is what they train for. Then after so long, with the suns beating rays battling them. They find this land dry, dark, and dead. Silent and sedate. That’s all they knew. For they watch each other, like brothers they know this day’s battle will be over. Injured and hurting with scars, and blood and sweat. The day will get dark and cold,
The same way it is in the morning. For now they load up, heads held strong,
With sorrow, loneliness, yearning, yet accomplishment. Their mission is done for the day, They mournfully eye each other, Knowing they can't go home. But remembering sadness, and brothers for they have to continue, the next day, and the next. For this is a war for freedom, every day. Someone has to pick up the pieces, a wife, aunt, sister, mother, cousin a family. They know little of those who support them. Let's show our warriors we have hearts. God bless our soldiers.
Written by Priscilla kellebrew
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