if i hurt anyone's feeling, i am truly sorry never my intention to cause any fury a one liner from anyone is all i need the post will be gone, i will press delete
yesterday your fingers stopped tapping gave yourself a break, you ceased blogging whatever reason there may be it's half accepted by your sisis
comments were left to urge you on you don't need to write from dusk to dawn would this encourage you to sit back on the saddle it could go the other way and hit me with your paddle
with all due respect to our blogging peers we read their posts and smile from ear to ear but something and someone is missing the sense of the blog you're bringing
do physical attributes matter most is sharing a picture what'll cost i've nothing to flaunt, nothing to show im a silhoutte then, im a silhoutte now
i'm not shy to share my thoughts no problems dishin out my two cents worth they always say beauty is only skin deep plastic surgeon i planned for my next trip
you laugh, you cry, you cringe when you can't hack it, you drink binge you know it ain't gonna solve anything but it'll surely make you dance and sing
you imagine yourself in a bar full of people with fancy cars most have common topic to share whilst others only watch and stare
'sing us a song, mr piano man' ...belted out by not just one thanks for the song & lyrics you gave represents all in a karaoke escapade
you forget yourself, you're just insane you dread the night to break and end tomorrow will come, light will shine but the fun is gone and you feel like swine
there must have been half a dozen threads on the comment i made on bellezia legs in fact, i made no comment, none whatsoever i was speechless but thankful to her Creator
for those who failed to read bellezia's post i assumed not many, it was read by most it was titled "agree or not?" with a picture, enough to give one a blood clot
below was the comment i made:
"i am not here to view the legs but to comment on what you said
sorry, i'll come back when i remember what it is i have to say"
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now that the picture is gone i'll sit and wait for a better one it'll be hard to beat, i guess my imagination is now a mess
pasta, chicken, cookies and cream games, prizes...all are kids' dream moms and dads whippin up a storm to celebrate the birthday of their first born
it takes me back to when i was young party every year, prepared by my mom a single parent with limited resources her only reward was to see kids' smiling faces
it's not a choice being alone for some left with no options, left with none yet hurdles and hindrances you overcome my hat's off to all of you single moms
no matter how dark a darkest night can be beautiful break of dawn is always there to see i believe that love begets love a cherub will deliver yours from above
