Your Highlights,INSTANT KARMA!!Gifts of tales to share, gifts of sun and rain, tales to date the land whales. Lights On: Tunnel End Lights at the end of Tunnel .Who Let The Dawgs Out?My Memories... My Life ... My Loves... I'm so Thankful for them."
Life Is A Beach: Remember The Time .Independent and free... The sovereign Chiricahua Apache Nation is in a treaty relationship with the United States, Our band is not to be confused with any similarly named non-profit corporation. Our Mission.... To develop programs and initiatives to rebuild and strengthen.
When everything feels like an uphill struggle, just think of the view from the top.’ Oh hi there. But it’s back to reality today.Rainbows to cross, pots of herbs, pots of goals, pots of frogs, ready for the fires.Greetings from icu.One day you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now. Paulo Coelho’. BEE GEES – TO MUCH HEAVEN.
1. Plenty Of Fish In The Seas, Tricks, Trades, Barter Wits And Charms. Dreams.
2. Living The Good Life.Glory Dazes Done.
3. Schools Of Hard Knocks: Heads In Clouds, Mountains To Climb: Rainbow Racers.
4. Palm Springs, Family Affairs, Heads To Count, Faces In Herds.
5. Sons To Shine, Empire Of Liars, Assholes On Roof, Spruse Powers. Stories.
6.Crooks, Cheaters, Liars, How To Make A Buck. Spruce Power , Sue Me States.
7. Blue Dreams In Motions: Dances On Time: Rewards 2.
8.Lions, Tigers And Bears, Oh My, Faces Under The Surface.
9.One Day Out Of Life. Kids Lost. Daddy Died Walter Richard Bailey, Jr .86.
10.Cattle Callers, Whales On Land, Plenty Of Fish In The Seas,Lots Of Frogs 2.
11. Fish Out Of Water: Wishes On Stars, Waves Of Words: Sunny And Bright. Tails.
12. USMC, Homes For The Brave, Roads To Travel.Paths To Cross.Thanks 4 Service.
What was your Mom like ,when you were a child? She was my best friend, she taught me so many things, I was the first child she had after her marriage to my father, Walter Richard Bailey Jr, and she had 2 more girls and a boy during that union. She had 4 girls and a boy during the 13 years together. Aleane Breangh, met her husband to be in Palm Springs, Ca. In 1958. Just a little history that I wanted to share, out of the gate, with the views here today, to be here tomorrow, and forever. Writing shit is so much better than talking shit, just my point of view.
Question of the day, to start a tale of the mother, that I lost at the age of 11. She died, left 5 kids, and a husband, after 13 years, and 3 days of marriage. What to say about my mother, my world stop, when she died and went away, I wait for her to come back, over 12 years. The first death in my life, was my mother, next my aunt, then my grandmother. My role models dead, and gone, no more time on earth. I was sad for years, about the deaths in the family, from that point, when my mom, died.
I like to write, in my six decade, that is the role, that I choose to wear. Writer.
E.N.D. “Effort Never Dies”.Only once in a lifetime, trapped in a den of snakes, crooks and robbers. Horse and pony shows, dances in the dark, stuck in a coffin, eaten alive.LOVE ME FOR WHO I AM. NOT FOR WHAT YOU WANT ME TO Be. The possibilities are endless for the things that I want. I just want a piece of the sky every day. Forever and a day, in the moment.
Love is, more than just sex, it is the moments, the steps, the connection, the look in his eyes, crazy for you, and your dances in darkness, your dances to magic, madness, and mountain climbs. W4M. I could go on, but it would be like, pearls to pigs, just saying. The View - rants & raves SANDIEGO.CRAIGSLIST.ORG The View - rants & raves The TRUTH: It may not lead you to where you thought you were going, but it will always lead you somewhere better.Addicted to improvement! Trying to master the art of a perfect tea while running a...
Day of the dead, veterans lost and gone, bones in the ground, bones in a box, end of life, end of glory dazes done, end of the lines. Hollywood Director, Howard Hawks.I am cute whats yours , Hands to talk, hands in air, notes of the classes of freaks, frogs, and fools, hands to hold...
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