I Do Not Love You. Wednesday, December 21, 2005. Was the youngest child of John Warren Teasdale, a prominent businessman with a fine stable, and Mary Elizabeth Willard Teasdale, who were already in the middle age at her bitrth. Teasdale was socially prominent and both she and her husband were staunch Baptists with a Puritan heritage. I am not yours, not lost in you,.

A Glance of Hope? Fire from the sky. Friday, March 24, 2006. Is a hopeless romantic who, though inexperienced in love, loves to write about it. she especially likes writing about bittersweet situations since she believes that the bitterness makes the sweetness richer and unique. her demeanor though shows no sign of. Her fondness for such things since she is often seen laughing and smiling. Look out the window of your car. And watch me walk myself home. Watch me from afar, from where you are.

Monday, March 13, 2006. On February 23, 2006, a wonderful woman passed. She was a loving wife, a doting mother, and an exceptional doctor. Because of this, people cry. The first stanza speaks of the man who loved this woman this man was her husband, her lover, her best friend. The first line is repeated to show just how much he cries because of the deep love they shared. Theirs was a love worthy to be called romance. He cries, he cries. He cries for the woman he loved.

Oh, the Places Youll Go! Pull A String, A Puppet Moves. A Day Like Any Other. Wednesday, December 21, 2005. Better to live, Licinius, not always. Rushing into deep water, and not, when fear. Of storms make you shiver, pushing too close. A man, who prizes golden moderation. Stays safely clear of the filth of a run-down. Building, stays prudently out of a palace. The giant pine is more often troubled by the.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006. Touches- - the mind, the heart and the soul.

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