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Jan 27, 2008, 04:58 AM
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Hey all, I should begin by saying,"........by the time
I get to Phoenix she won't no where I am. It all happened so quickly and I had such good intentions. Well, uummmmaa aa my disablity check for February is all been spent, gone long gone, so thats where I'm going, long far away. Maybe a roaming musical gypsy wagon will offer me something to help them and I can dance and fling myself about in total abandonment with silk pants and bells on the shoes. Then I possible could board a freighter going to the far east where I could rent out a few junks for those who fish and meet a cute and honest china girl. Oh, I also forgot to say my credit card is maxed. Maybe an expedition to the south seas, I could live on an island and then come home again when everyone is happy, 4 weeks should do it. SAD, SO SAD, la la la la la la See ya DB
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I've been mentally ill for 23 years. My first sting was hard to overcome, it accompanied a severe attempt at taking my life. By the time my fourties came I knew I couldn't play denial any longer and I came into a small town to try and make a living. Now I feel I finally belong and things are making better sense. Yes. |
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Jan 27, 2008, 10:40 AM
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Now if thou would'st When all have given him o'er From death to life Thou might'st him yet recover -- Michael Drayton 1562 - 1631 |
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Jan 27, 2008, 03:46 PM
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Deb, sounds very very difficult (understatement of the year) but not impossible. Talk to us; as you know, lots of good people here with lots of ideas that might help?
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Jan 28, 2008, 04:11 AM
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Feb 03, 2008, 07:47 PM
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um?
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Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. R.I.P. Bandit 7-12-08 I love you I miss you. |
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