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Posted by GigaCure on 8/28/2009 2:49 PM (GMT-04:00)

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Posted by pussycat on 7/14/2009 9:00 PM (GMT-04:00)

Hey girlie! Thanks for the friend request on Facebook. Hope you're having a lovely week! Smooches, Pussycat

by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE England, 1765 – 1834

Posted by ti8tgowbb on 5/21/2009 10:49 PM (GMT-04:00)

‘Twas whispered in Heaven, ‘twas muttered in Hell,?And echo caught softly the sound as it fell;?In the confines of earth ‘twas permitted to rest,?And the depth of the ocean its presence confessed;?‘Twas seen in the lightning, ‘twas heard in the thunder,?‘Twill be found in the spheres when they’re riven asunder;?‘Twas given to man with his earliest breath;?It assists at his birth and attends him in death,?Presides o’er his happiness, honor and health,?‘Tis the prop of his house and the end of his wealth;?It begins every hope, every wish it must bound;?With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crowned;?In the heaps of the miser, ‘tis hoarded with care,?But is sure to be lost in the prodigal heir;?Without it the soldier and sailor may roam,?But woe to the wretch who expels it from home;?In the whispers of conscience it there will be found,?Nor e’er in the whirlwind of passion be drowned;?It softens the heart, and though deaf to the ear,?It will make it acutely and instantly hear.?But in shades let it rest, like an elegant flower:?Oh! breathe on it softly, it dies in an hour. ------------------ what is it?

by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE England, 1765 – 1834

Posted by ti8tgowbb on 5/21/2009 10:43 PM (GMT-04:00)

‘Twas whispered in Heaven, ‘twas muttered in Hell,?And echo caught softly the sound as it fell;?In the confines of earth ‘twas permitted to rest,?And the depth of the ocean its presence confessed;?‘Twas seen in the lightning, ‘twas heard in the thunder,?‘Twill be found in the spheres when they’re riven asunder;?‘Twas given to man with his earliest breath;?It assists at his birth and attends him in death,?Presides o’er his happiness, honor and health,?‘Tis the prop of his house and the end of his wealth;?It begins every hope, every wish it must bound;?With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crowned;?In the heaps of the miser, ‘tis hoarded with care,?But is sure to be lost in the prodigal heir;?Without it the soldier and sailor may roam,?But woe to the wretch who expels it from home;?In the whispers of conscience it there will be found,?Nor e’er in the whirlwind of passion be drowned;?It softens the heart, and though deaf to the ear,?It will make it acutely and instantly hear.?But in shades let it rest, like an elegant flower:?Oh! breathe on it softly, it dies in an hour. ------------------ what is it?

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Posted by Rosepetals on 4/12/2009 2:35 AM (GMT-04:00)

Thx

Posted by izabelreyes on 1/8/2009 1:51 PM (GMT-04:00)

Thx my dear Mary... cure kisses.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Posted by Mary34 on 1/7/2009 3:25 AM (GMT-04:00)

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND HOPE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE.xxxx M.

Hi!

Posted by LuvURobert on 12/24/2008 10:24 AM (GMT-04:00)

Hi, Izabel!!  Hope you and your sweet son have a nice Christmas!!!  Take care!  :)