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On life''s paths, many roads are traveled. This is the way I veiw the roads of Ireland....
PS...The picture was taken by my husband, Mike, who took ... Irish Roadsin my family our hair turns iron grey in time as mine has now Iron GreyWhen men rage with hate and bigotry it takes these special women to collar them, and tame their rhetoric. It time for women to stop this hate infestat... Iron Grit Of American WomenAs our broom-stick holiday comes once again, today''s "grownup" world of year-round masks and costumes begs the simplest of memories remain the guardi... Ironed Shadowswritten forever ago..ECA 82 IronicInspired by a twisted sister...
...May I iron this out for you? IronySerenity invades.......Where fear once ruled.....
IRONYThe ravages of long illness, but courage was needed, not ''looks''. IrrelevantIf being sentimental is a sign of poor character, I'm in worse trouble than I thought. Case in point: when I detoured into the woods after checking t... Is I SWith the winter months upon us comes so many changes as we settle into the warmth and comfort of our homes. We are more apt to get into our writing an... Is It A Lost & lonely FeelingBecoming aware of one''s innate personal power and coming to terms with it. IS IT ME?What do we do in the challenges that meet us every day? Dehumanization while alive or escape to death. Is It Worth It?Playing around with a little word play. A dialogue between Victor and Valerie who were having an affair, a thing.
Is This a Thing?Don''t assume that you can tell someone that you love them later. There may not be a later. Is today the day?I Love you always, son. R.I.P. Isaacgoddesses aren''t always the happiest... IsisFor everyone who loves sailing and solitude, I hope you love this! Island Dreams© 1999-2007, Wanda L. Harrell
Written about the contrasts in senses in a small island town (off the Gulf Coast of Florida). Island TownJust another morning for us humanists. “The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.” -... ITHaving suffered the indignities of this wretched disease that is cancer, I one day, had finally had it. I was tired of being scared and intimidated. M... IT HIT THE FANSometime during the second half of last year, I wrote this poem of paradoxes, which I posted, in its original version in Portuguese, in “Escritas” – a... It is all that is notMy personal feelings toward our flag. It Is YouI hope your Independence Day is going better than Karen's and mine is. It Isn't ThereMy little grandson, just three years old, taking his Nanny for a walk to keep me in shape I am guessing. He sees paper thrown on the green grass just ... It Makes Me So Angry NannyMy son's encouragement brought this poem about. It Moved
I woke from a dream this morning that I have had at least three times in the past few weeks, I do not know what the green waves mean but the voice th... It Must Be A dreamNature can provide a wealth of insights into your life if you have eyes to see, and ears to hear. 5-7-5 It Occurred to Me...
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