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Post by garrett on Sept 10, 2011 23:39:42 GMT -5
i've washed my hands a thousand times. cried many a tear. but the stain remains..... an old tired refrain....... from a sad used up country song. she's flown too....... an ocean apart. a gulf to wide to cross my boat my heart to far gone to make a start. my child...my life....... is my hope and foundation....... the reason for my waking and the hopes for my aspirations. my compass...my light...my oar....... she is the wind on which my future dreams soar.. now in this strange place........ as a man boy child? i view the world in new perspectives unknown......so difficult .... now tired. the rise and fall of the tides of my life elude me...... as i continue to chase each new wave that disappears before me.......... its a new dance.....a new series of songs....... me and my flat feet will try this unknown brave new place.
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Post by bella18 on Dec 29, 2011 1:02:25 GMT -5
Oh, dear. I hope that wasn't written from a personal experience, because that is so very, very sad.
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Post by garrett on Dec 29, 2011 1:55:22 GMT -5
it gets better...smiles
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2012 19:28:37 GMT -5
Red if you've a mind to, you can sit in with Bunny and I as we chat workingforindependencetogether.org/We have only been chatting 7:30 to 8:30 PM eastern for the last sixteen years
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Post by garrett on Jun 14, 2012 1:27:21 GMT -5
thanks copp i appreciates it.smiles
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Post by catgrass on Jun 15, 2012 11:07:44 GMT -5
Garrett, I experienced all that when my son went into the Air Force; that's beautiful. His time will be finished soon, and he has become a responsible, wonderful adult (after the turmoiled teens!). It's all bittersweet-I still long for that little boy with snakes in his pockets, dirt on his knees and in constant motion, but I am so very proud of him!
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Post by garrett on Jun 15, 2012 20:42:09 GMT -5
smiles...sounds like a good one cat.....
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