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True love is what Ifelt as a babewhen I first looked into my own mother's, dark Cherokee eyes True love was when my dad would hold me in his arms..

on a loft up high he said with a sigh bury me on a loft up high when the time comes for me to die keep not my ashes in an urn set my spirit fre..

if i could build me a ladder unto the sky i would carry with me an artist's brush and a pail of sparkling gold dust to paint a picture of my..

Snuggling up in a toasty warm blanket by the old pot belly stove Listening to stories that grandpa would tell How he loved to go hunting in the for..

Allthey could see were the headlights Of the oncoming vehicle All he could hear were the screams Of the child sitting next to him That's when he ..

Mydog ismy companion, my best friend He comforts me when I'm lonely He kisses me when I'm sad He nudges me when I'm down He makes me smile instead..

My son came into my dreams for the first time last night We sat and talked about his funeral It was as though he was really here with me Strange ..

You can certainly tell it's summer in the city The wannabe'sand the gangs are walking the streets standing on the corners stopping up traffic as..

Please don't drink and drive! Let's keep each other safe and alive!

On a lonely street corner Near a carry out store Wrapped in a brown paper bag A lonely manguzzles his cheap bottle of wine Drowning his bitterswe..