by VTSM TITLE: AD D-times Un occupied only lacking in the originality that one provides the shared love for it in a common goal or trust in that to attain, a compassion and better built real time effort. That is what is between, the occupancy, and sometimes disillusioned vacancy, well hope to in compensate toward. Hoping that tomorrow, is not disregarded, for the past, but in memories of the present. Be that filled with the heartbeat, that is more the suckering, inside a womb, be the may that have it in doubt, be they forever a chest filled with the treasures of time, of the patience, that is until the end, which filling be the want of a friend. Take the time to develop yours or mine, and remind one of that pleasantry, that is as an injustice upon the sacrifice, in the face of misery. She has not pocket, herself be, but out of mere distinction, the respect for some, creates that certain disparagement or not history, that, which is or is not is the company, you keep. That is us, and a present, to others, keep. The continuous, abound to mother Earth, that which destiny, is in the dream, of mankind, and the energy, a Blessing as from the Heavens, that relates to something in between, eternity. Though the seagulls wing, span nearest the bays, lest not forget, we could any be in a nest. That division is only a care, leaving us, to mistake. This be by the resemblance in our route in may share ways, we go to lay, upon the rest in common courtesy that what becomes of what we do now, will lend weight down the heart, but with more easiness the kindness used to enable it comes in to form, the thought of mortals surface. That you should take care of a frown, or end up a clown in a circus, thats insides refer to another bypassing grounds dole, doing unto sound, a blurring moment at ears compound the undeniable recognition, of someone being half found. That when you come upon the truly disgusting, it is only lacking, in that opportunity to take. peek/keep Hence speak, and carry with you, the anvil molten a bout a story named desire that is`as inflamed in it, as ones tooth to would be, in that or our Gardens test of time a forbearing daunt adjusted to the inconceivable, but the serenity, of the perfection, on a mind. That which owns less than a body in correction, has guess to be off with, undone again the coming in the real of the Lady on shore, that still is blind though sees most whom is company, or who steals as a ghost. And in that, be the light, inside us that guides many a boat, to the shore. Where evens the fishermans life begins to beckon, in the many lore. Given aft in the depths farthest into the core a probing gift, the thinker shall carry, with the key, that opens the door to all scores. That is and was before all, that her name is that of Mary. Contrite of all form, and the giver to one in many. The Savior bound to give through life, the daring glance, caught steered, all or one more, in fields of romance, and a top the highest mound or roofs, there is no other, that pardons more through him by her. At the fathers till, make one come into an ores kindle, the happiness pondering about in only the gentle. That bitter the sword, in her, the power to smite any, that wish upon poor. A deliver to abide, or in never be the shivered quake. Best the futures bank, inside the ride of creature make spent. The serpents latent advancement, creeping as a chronicle in to separate a judgment gathering like notice, testing intuit full potent, as if a law it will ad, to deciding the most, neither incapacitates the decision, but the weakness of a compelling next of do betters, emphasis to fights of loneliness, the cruelly the scars of desires in a cloud, floating light wondering belongs with it, other than the description as in it astounds. Almost with the song in heart, the meet chops as it bounds the been, waster of glimmer sown apart from the twinkling, the roaming in it is shattering as a glass poured in to twos drank like time in a message floating girls of a suggestion, quacks in a forbidden laugh instead a whistle, ticks a crowning of the death silent slogan. Just to compare what it is to do it alone. This the same, in a family, and we, all know it. It is obvious, in the looks of time told, in the want of shared for any reasons that arent sold. A thing called ethics, learned from a care in the learning while in working the bold road. That with the bell toll, a soul remembers to go, not all are welcome with it, to keep the departed in a welcomed home. Somewhat like a blessing in knowing, while a traveler leaves gifts. That which makes the surprise, really unbeknown. Only the daring of which insteps of the strangest endeavors, follows or knows from whence comes or goes. Why Ill always remember, that 1st Christmas wasnt with just ole St. Kause. But with those posed not to oven it, until the day after ad - vent, for D-time, with L. Forget. And that it is written, in not one, but two a covenant. I know this, because your just as funny looking, when your doing it ! Somewhere half way, between the time you thought, and saying, I knew it.
Posted on: Thu, 05 Dec 2013 06:46:08 +0000
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