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It is about my last son leaving home "

no more tears ...

Everyone Everyone somewhere has a lot to give some more than others whether it be some talent perhaps if your lucky enough a singer? a dance..

Let our gifts shine forth

Sometimes we lose heart to quickly but look towards heaven and their you have your answer .....

A lonely life still lingered in Susan Boyle life .

Why do I feel all this pain. feel all alone life it makes me sad. This mask I wear inside my head. No more excuses there's no use in pretending al..

Mr Ketchup hated housework never mind decorating the house it just wasn't his cup of tea..................

I dream t of something wicked as my head was laid to rest. As I lay there thinking? my best was not good as troubles lay two and fro my exception..

A LOVERS DANCE