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I'll never forget
The Flowers You Gave Me
or anything else for that matter
DORITA
070191
holy in pri
brownie
anglican high
girl guide
student coucilor
st. andrew's junior college
concert band :)
living sanctuary brethen church
youth ablaze
doritarded@live.com.sg
there's not much i wanna say.
just a lot that i wanna do.
if i ever get the chance
Thursday, April 17, 2008
A dedication to the people who care. :)
The Gift Of Friends
by Karin Schaefer
There are days when
bubbling from us comes
the innocent child within,
who giggles at the little things
and wears a silly grin.
There are days when
melancholy comes to
visit for a while;
the mind feels tired, the body weak;
we have no strength to smile.
There are days when
joy abundant
grabs a hold of you and me;
wraps us up in all it's splendor,
lifts us up and sets us free.
There are days when
sorrow wraps us
in its cloak of grief and fear,
'till our hearts ache to the breaking,
'till our eyes can't shed a tear.
There are days when
love bestows us
with its wonderment and light;
with its beauty and its mystery,
its power and its might.
And there are days when
life rewards us
and seems to make amends
by granting us a marvelous gift,
the precious gift of Friends.
11:30 PM
