❂☸❂Ⓕⓡⓘⓝⓓⓘⓩⓩⓛⓔ'ⓢ Ⓜⓐⓖⓝⓘⓕⓘⓒⓔⓝⓣ Ⓒⓗⓐⓣ Ⓣⓗⓡⓔⓐⓓ!❂☸❂

[Yowza Wowza]

GTG! I'll be back in….. 3 hours!

byee

 

[Frindizzle]

Quote:
I'm back.

 

[Frindizzle]

Congrats on so many posts, Beth!

 

[Frindizzle]

I love this poem.

(Written By An 11 Year Old Girl.)


Look Outside, see the trees
Watch the flowers in the breeze
Things won't be like this in a year or two
If polluting is all we do
Seize the night
Seize the day
Things won't always be this way
Thousands of people are dying
In the night you hear children crying
Let's stop the war
Our people are sore
The world can't help itself
Who cares about your wealth
Help me to help you
Show the world what you can do.

​

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Congrats on so many posts, Beth!

I just noticed xD

 

[Frindizzle]

Quote:
LOL!

 

[Frindizzle]

There's a crispness in the air that greets the morning sun, a feeling of anticipation, a new day has begun.
Harvest days are ending, winter is drawing near, yet in between is surely the most special time of year.
They call it Indian Summer, and it seems to fit the bill, for it's as if the Lord took a feathered brush and painted all the hills.

Now as I sit contented, atop of one of these, a book in hand to pass the time, the sound of a gentle breeze,
I can almost imagine an Indian child upon this mountaintop, looking down at the land of her forefathers, lost within her thoughts
For in every persons lifetime some heartache may occur, but on these hills in quiet solitude, God helps us to endure.

So I say that the eyes are a window, beauty is found within the soul, and upon the hills of Autumn, that are strewn with red and gold.
(Unknown.)

 

[Yowza Wowza]

LOL!

xD

 

[Frindizzle]

Good Night!

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Nooooooo