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| Topic: say somthing to the person you like......... - part 2 | |
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Edited by
lu_rosemary
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Tis a little old...
Dedicated to you. How Beautiful is the Rain! How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout Across the window-pane It pours and pours; And swift and wide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain! The sick man from his chamber Looks at the twisted brooks; He can feel the cool Breath of each little pool; His fevered brain Grows calm again, And he breathes a blessing on the rain. From the neighbouring school Come the boys, With more than their wonted noise And commotion; And down the wet streets Sail their mimic fleets, Till the treacherous pool Engulfs them in its whirling And turbulent ocean. In the country, on every side, Where far and wide, Like a leopard's tawny and spotted hide Stretches the plain, To the dry grass and the drier grain How welcome is the rain! In the furrowed land The toilsome and patient oxen stand: Lifting the yoke-encumbered head, With their dilated nostrils spread, They silently inhale The clover-scented gale, And the vapours that arise From the well-watered and smoking soil. For this rest in the furrow after toil Their large and lustrous eyes Seem to thank the Lord, More than man's spoken word. Near at hand, From under the sheltering trees, The farmer sees His pastures, and his fields of grain, As they bend their tops To the numberless beating drops Of the incessant rain. He counts it as no sin That he sees there in Only his own thrift and gain. ~H.W. Longfellow. Thank you   |
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Edited by
SitkaRains
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Sun 09/06/15 05:31 PM
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Thinking of you today
 
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 Thinking of you, every day. |
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I like you but I'm not in like with you.
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Where the hell have you been?
I've been searching and waiting for so long!! 
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Thinking of you, every day. You so light up my world.. sigh... |
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Tis a little old... Dedicated to you. How Beautiful is the Rain! How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout Across the window-pane It pours and pours; And swift and wide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain! The sick man from his chamber Looks at the twisted brooks; He can feel the cool Breath of each little pool; His fevered brain Grows calm again, And he breathes a blessing on the rain. From the neighbouring school Come the boys, With more than their wonted noise And commotion; And down the wet streets Sail their mimic fleets, Till the treacherous pool Engulfs them in its whirling And turbulent ocean. In the country, on every side, Where far and wide, Like a leopard's tawny and spotted hide Stretches the plain, To the dry grass and the drier grain How welcome is the rain! In the furrowed land The toilsome and patient oxen stand: Lifting the yoke-encumbered head, With their dilated nostrils spread, They silently inhale The clover-scented gale, And the vapours that arise From the well-watered and smoking soil. For this rest in the furrow after toil Their large and lustrous eyes Seem to thank the Lord, More than man's spoken word. Near at hand, From under the sheltering trees, The farmer sees His pastures, and his fields of grain, As they bend their tops To the numberless beating drops Of the incessant rain. He counts it as no sin That he sees there in Only his own thrift and gain. ~H.W. Longfellow. Thank you Thank you so much I love Longfellow Every breath you breathe Every thought you have gives so much love to us all Thank you for sharing you light with us all. |
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Thank for helping me.
I love our girly chats in the morning. Even though we live in to different parts of the world it feels like you are in the same town. Thank you for your friendship. And showing me your part of the world. It's amazing and on my bucket list it goes. I appreciate you, your wisdom and knowledge. Thank you very much With sisterly love |
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Edited by
panchovanilla
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Tue 09/08/15 06:22 AM
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And I am sure you know which one you are to me.
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Thank for helping me. I love our girly chats in the morning. Even though we live in to different parts of the world it feels like you are in the same town. Thank you for your friendship. And showing me your part of the world. It's amazing and on my bucket list it goes. I appreciate you, your wisdom and knowledge. Thank you very much With sisterly love I so enjoy you... I also love our time we share... |
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Thanks for the good morning text.
It made my morning . I am going back to sleep. I will text you when the sun is up. Night  
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Thanks for listening and the advice.
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You are so precious to me. Words can never express that.
 Saw this and thought of you and how you love to come up behind me to give these precious hugs.. Sweet amazing man. |
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