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Post by Jacqueline D. on Jan 25, 2011 14:12:28 GMT -5
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Thanks, hon *s*
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Jan 26, 2011 13:54:15 GMT -5
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Winter time can be so very depressing
Not like Autumn with its turkey and dressing.
Nor like Spring where the girls keep you guessing.
And least of all Summer, where for shade we go questing.
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Post by Jacqueline on Jan 26, 2011 22:31:14 GMT -5
I LOVE this poemtry! hehe ;D
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Jan 27, 2011 21:42:30 GMT -5
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On the sixth day, God made Man.
On the seventh, He rested.
On the eighth, He made sweet tea.
And on the ninth, He made Krispy Kreme.
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Post by Jacqueline on Jan 27, 2011 23:27:34 GMT -5
;D ;D ;D You aint right! LOLOLOL
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Jan 29, 2011 16:32:45 GMT -5
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"Autexousious"
Although the Powers try so hard to grind
us and our spirits with their dull pestles
the day will come when they will surely find
each man and woman's - venal and vestal -
xenolithic traits in a winged kestrel.
Over them soaring in the skies so blue,
up in the clouds floating with the angels;
so splendid is our free will, so true.
Indeed, the Powers will soon learn to rue
our potency that they can never kill.
Useless is their efforts, our will construed.
Self-rule is the law that our hearts all feel.
For without self-rule where would we all be?
Not free and that you must certainly see.
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Jan 30, 2011 19:22:31 GMT -5
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Dark eyes. Dark hair. A dark beard. Darkness rose from him like water from a deep, deep well. He smiled from the shadows, his teeth bright with the light of a thousand suns.
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Post by Jacqueline on Jan 30, 2011 20:13:02 GMT -5
This sounds like the beginning of a very interesting character.  |
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Feb 1, 2011 20:44:34 GMT -5
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“Come on!” Ann Blocker shook the vending machine angrily. The redhead desperately needed something to drink; running her errands in Hagan had created quite a thirst. Finally, after a swift kick, Ann got her water. Noticing a dirty child standing outside as she left the store she smiled sympathetically, walked over and offered her drink.
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Post by Jacqueline on Feb 1, 2011 22:30:56 GMT -5
Do you realize that you have the ability to draw someone in immediately?
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Feb 2, 2011 19:43:38 GMT -5
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Thanks. I try!
When you find that book you're been looking for, beware, for you just might get lost in it.
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Post by Jacqueline on Feb 2, 2011 22:15:19 GMT -5
Just like people are going to get lost in your book when you finally finish it!
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Feb 4, 2011 16:46:15 GMT -5
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Lanchester's Laws darken the mind
With rates of attrition in front and behind.
Either numbers or arms can carry the day
While those in the streets hide and pray.
Listen to Newton and listen well
Bodies at rest remain until the tides swell.
Force is equal to mass times accelaration
For every action, a reaction for a nation.
Supply creates its own demand
Said Keynes, ignorant fool, upon which economies band;
with a snap they break and governments cry out
Stimulate! inflate! make the dollar rout.
Lord, let the law of non-intervention take life.
Stay out, please stay out, of other's civil strife.
Let there be no entangling alliances
To mangle our own finances.
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Post by Jacqueline on Feb 4, 2011 22:07:23 GMT -5
Okay I am totally impressed that you were able to write this with a fever and on meds. Seriously.
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Feb 5, 2011 7:49:28 GMT -5
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Thanks! I'm not too happy with that last line - alliances and finances don't quite rhyme the way I want them to. But, it was fun to write.
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Feb 5, 2011 22:07:11 GMT -5
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He sat in the classroom, looking around at all the people he couldn't connect with. They were alien, faceless except for a couple who had broken through his wall.
He waited impatiently. The door opened, as it always did, at 11:20. The boy unlocked his chair with a smile and went with the lady, his friend.
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Post by Jacqueline on Feb 5, 2011 22:10:18 GMT -5
And who was this lady? Did she have candy?
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Feb 5, 2011 22:13:01 GMT -5
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She was a janitor. And no *L*
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Post by Jacqueline on Feb 5, 2011 22:17:00 GMT -5
Ladies with candy are good. *L*
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Feb 7, 2011 19:33:05 GMT -5
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Angels light my way
as I go through every day
of my life, from childhood
to the responsibilities of manhood.
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