Never let it be said that Mr. Blackwell cannot write the songs, tinkle the ivories and most likely sing onkey, except, of course when the note is supposed to be off center. I like this.
Beautiful and soothing...It remided me of a poem I wrote called "Walking Along the Trails"...when I too was thinking of that special someone!
Loved it!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
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When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely p
Shirine McVey discovers that twenty years of her life have elapsed since she went to sleep in a hotel room in El Paso, Texas. And worse, she is married to a man she doesn't know.
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josie
Love Tinka
Reindeer
Loved it!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Soft, tender imagery makes the reader see the beauty surrounding them--thank you. They just don't read words--you have blessed me once more. *kotc*
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. 'nuther *kotc* :)
Love,
CJ
"I'm a dew-kissed flower; you're my sunshine". Awwww, how sweet! Beautiful write, Rebecca is lucky to have you for her love! Very well done; bravo!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D *KOTC*