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I am friendly, easy to get along with..., tough, daring, pioneering, enthusiastic, adventurous, humorous, energetic and passionate, good communicator, kind, action-oriented, independent, honest, straightforward, focused on the present and freedom-loving.

The greatest gift, in the end was a family and a friend. An ear to lend a hand to hold, And you, my friend - your heart of gold.

1 Corinthians 13:4-6 & 13

Love is patient; love is kind. Love is not jealous, it does not put on airs, it is not snobbish. Love is never rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not prone to anger; neither does it brood over injuries. Love does not rejoice in what is wrong but rejoices with the truth.
There are in the end three things that last: faith, hope, and love, and the greatest of these is L O V E!


"What you are is God's gift to you; what you make of your self is your gift to God."


Thursday, April 26, 2007

Spring Flowers 2007!

On April 25, 2007 at 6:30 PM I looked at my gardens and was so glad that some of my spring flowers are blooming, I got my camera and took some photos. Someday I would remember that one moment of my life with the spring flowers.

If we had no winter, the spring would not be
so pleasant. If we did not sometimes taste
of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

March roars in like a lion so fierce,
the wind so cold, it seems to pierce.

The month rolls on and Spring draws near,
and March goes out like a lamb so dear.




Spring is the best.

Spring is everywhere in East and West,
Spring has the smell of a treasure quest,
leaves of Spring in a treasure chest.

And all of the fruits of Spring,
I would really like to taste.

And the best thing about Spring is
that never in Spring is my class test.
Young Laughters, and My Music!

Young laughters, and my music! Aye till now
The voice can reach no blending minors near;
'Tis the bird's trill because the spring is here
And spring means trilling on a blossomy bough;
'Tis the spring joy that has no why or how,
But sees the sun and hopes not nor can fear.
Spring is so sweet and spring seems all the year.
Dear voice, the first-come birds but trill as thou.

Oh music of my heart, be thus for long:
Too soon the spring bird learns the later song;
Too soon a sadder sweetness slays content
Too soon! There comes new light on onward day,
There comes new perfume o'er a rosier way:
Comes not again the young spring joy that went.

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