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After all pleasures as I rid one day,
My horse and I, both tired, body and mind,
With full cry of affections, quite astray;
I took up the next inn I could find.
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by George Herbert (1593-1633)
at 2008-08-19 |
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.
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at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 4.43
Votes: 61 |
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Winter in Kodiak, a time of little light.
The snow brightens the ground and the stars light up the night.
A cluster of Spruce sag deep, a drift in front of my car.
My heart weighs heavy. Thoughts of relatives afar.
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by William Thomas
at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 4.00
Votes: 2 |
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If you see a fat man
who's jolly and cute
Wearing a beard
and a red flannel suit
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at 2008-08-05 |
Rating: 3.88
Votes: 26 |
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Put your problems on probation
Run your troubles off the track,
Throw your worries out the window
Get the monkeys off your back.
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by Bob Lazzar-Atwood
at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 3.86
Votes: 14 |
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If it were in my powers,
I would bring peace and love,
To this world of ours,
But I don't have magic enough,
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by Judy Arline Puckett
at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 3.67
Votes: 6 |
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The Christmas lights twinkle
and reflect in my tears,
as I suddenly realize
it's been almost a year.
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by Debbie Tegtmeier
at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 3.67
Votes: 3 |
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C is for the Child born that night to be our light. (John 8:12)
H is for holy is His name. (Rev.4:8)
R is for rejoice with gladness & joy. (Luke 1:14)
I is for Immanuel, God with us. (Is.7:14,) John 1:14)
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by Johnnie DesRochers
at 2008-12-04 |
Rating: 3.51
Votes: 37 |
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Sure hope you don't think this greeting is late
Cuz the Spirit of Christmas we celebrate
With joy in our hearts, as we ponder the love
Our God and Father was sent from above
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at 2008-10-30 |
Rating: 3.50
Votes: 2 |
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Two thousand years have almost gone by
Since Jesus was nailed on a cross to die
His teachings were done by words and deed
And thousand would listen, and thousands would heed.
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at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 3.29
Votes: 7 |
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Frosty the cokehead was a crazed neurotic soul,
With a big glass pipe and a vial of crack,
And no sense of self control.
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at 2008-08-05 |
Rating: 3.20
Votes: 10 |
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The shepherds sing; and shall I silent be?
My God, no hymn for Thee?
My soul's a shepherd too; a flock it feeds
Of thoughts, and words, and deeds.
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by George Herbert (1593-1633)
at 2008-08-19 |
Rating: 1.00
Votes: 1 |
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