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When the world comes to life. / I love the smell of the last roses in the garden that refuse to let go of their prize aroma and proudly stand tall.

Crisp autumn memoriesJack Frost is beginning his trip from up north / as he causes the sugar in the sap of the trees to slowly draw down to the roots / Jack br…

The price of a good mans lifeI know you loved your country, and for this you gave your life / I dread tomorrow because you see, we bury you at first mornings light

Love me again in the moon lightI am engulfed in the magic that you do, / Touch me again, / Love me again in the moonlight.

Life is like an autumn walkwayIn the fall, we begin to get naked; walking slower but appreciative of life. / By the time winter sets in we have wisdom and knowledge. / .…

Gifts from God, use them well by glenbearsmith

Am I losing you? by glenbearsmith

The facination of youYou make my tiddlywink in free form

Beautiful Rainbows in my lifeThey only make me stronger to love and / appreciate the most beautiful rainbow in my life, / It’s you my love, / it’s you.

Hot burning passionsA dream about you and firelight…Who are you??

The splendor of autumn is arousingOlder just keeps getting better

HarmonyBecause of my great love and admiration for you, / I’ll cook for you, clean, do the dishes, / do the laundry, fold and put away the…

You simply give me joyYou are bright, intelligent, witty, and sincere, / In addition, the sexiest woman I have ever encountered.

Unsatisfied desiresTears trickled down her cheek and the blood spilled from the gaps in her neck. Her blood dripped from his teeth, as he licked his lips and …

God so loved the worldHe suffered in the Garden that we might live again

Witches, goblins and goonsI watch as the evil of the earth on this night, is something that recures. / Blood dripping from fangs and zombies with their blank stare,

The search for “Easy Bolton”We sure should have known better, but at 17 and not having the sense to come in out of the rain, I just chalked it up to the misadventures …

Those lazy, crazy days of summerSex and love seem so much better at this age and time of our lives.

God so loved the worldIn the Garden, he suffered that we, / always through Him, might ransomed be.

Witches, goblins and goonsI am the creature that you have all grown up with in your dreams, / death now over takes you, as I charge you, viciously and mean.

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