Tag: love
group name: onehumanfamily
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March 01, 2007 01:39 AM EST --
A little girl and her father were crossing a flimsy bridge. The father was scared so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." . . .
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July 03, 2007 01:09 AM EDT --
love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, . . .
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March 18, 2008 11:14 PM EDT --
Morgan became my granddaughter when I married Debbie in 2005. She is the daughter of her step-son. She is a very sweet child, and she sang tonight in a concert featuring the best singers from four . . .
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May 23, 2007 09:28 AM EDT --
I have a friend whom I've known for about 40 years. We went to high school together... he has a store in my neighborhood. We saw each other this morning and gave each other a HUGE hug. . . .
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July 17, 2007 09:47 AM EDT --
Night is closing
in on me
as day approaches
on to you
All the way
across the world
I dream as you
fight on
Your sacrifice
gives us the chance
to live our lives
for granted
Day in
Day . . .
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February 11, 2007 01:49 PM EST --
"The winds of grace are blowing all the time. You have only to raise your sail." . . .
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March 19, 2007 05:22 PM EDT --
Today I wish to honor the memory of my mother, Harriet Alice Goldman, who had she remained alive this lifetime until today, would have celebrated her 87th birthday. Although not herself a believer . . .
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November 14, 2008 07:01 PM EST --
The following is my humble poetic attempt to render into English one of the most touching episodes from the first known literary masterpiece of ancient Russian literature, The Tale of Igor's Campaign. . . .
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August 01, 2008 11:02 PM EDT --
A not-so-discreet couple were spotted by my wife passionatety involved in copulation on our front porch! Not only did they not quit once they were discovered, they even posed for me to take their photos! . . .
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June 23, 2008 01:23 PM EDT --
To C. P.
I've kept them all, printed, collected and preserved intact - here, in the folder for papers which, as the time passed, has become incredibly fat. I've lost count just how . . .
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February 14, 2007 05:52 PM EST --
On this day of celebrating love, I thought I would just list my thoughts on the subject. Here are my answers to the question. Love . . .
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January 23, 2008 08:45 AM EST --
©2008 James A. Harris
Grace is God's Valentine to us.
Grace is God's love in action. . . .
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June 18, 2007 01:29 PM EDT --
You love me?
Your declaration has my heart dumbfounded
In what way did your feelings for me materialize?
Haze
What did I do to you to warrant your delight?
Me. Hardly unique or memorable . . .
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February 14, 2007 10:28 AM EST --
Love is like a mustard seed;
planted by God
and watered by men
- Muda Saint Michael -
There is only one happiness in life,
to love and be loved.
- George Sand -
You know you are in . . .
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March 25, 2007 03:25 PM EDT --
"Keep in touch," her remark at our parting,
Complimenting my eagerness,
A gesture well meaning probably,
Or cliché of social language
I'd compromised when life demanded,
As she had . . .
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October 15, 2007 10:10 AM EDT --
This little piece came almost spontaneously from under my fingers today…I’d rather say, came straight from my heart. I never wrote anything like that before, not to mention in a language other . . .
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October 25, 2008 08:57 AM EDT --
Knock-knock...
- "Who are you?"
- "Your very first love, my dear girl. Remember me?... Remember how once I burst into your life like a gust of May wind, among all the storms and . . .
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November 01, 2007 09:52 PM EDT --
Here are the photos of my first grandchild. I know, I have 5 grandkids and 3 great-grandkids from my marriage to Debbie two years ago, but this is the first grandchild of my own.
Beau . . .
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March 04, 2008 08:17 PM EST --
(c) 2008 James A. Harris
PART I
Sallie motioned from the living room for me to come over and sit beside her. Her bright eyes were sparkling, and I knew she must be up to something. I let the . . .
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