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June 28, 2008

Graphic by Billie
Ebb Tide
R. Maxwell/C. Sigman
First the tide rushes in
Plants a kiss on the shore
Then rolls out to sea
And the sea is very still once more
So I rush to your side
Like the oncoming tide
With one burning thought
Will your arms open wide
At last we're face to face
And as we kiss through an embrace
I can tell, I can feel
You are love, you are real
Really mine
In the rain, in the dark, in the sun
Like the tide at its ebb
I'm at peace in the web
Of your arms
2,717 posted on
06/28/2008 10:38:46 AM PDT by
JustAmy
(I wear red every Friday, but I support our Military everyday!!)
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Good morning, Everyone.
It looks like I am late to the party again. ;)
Today's celebrations are ....
Paul Bunyan Day and Handshake Day
We can also celebrate trains ..... just because. ;^ )
Happy Paul Bunyan Day!!
2,720 posted on
06/28/2008 10:53:54 AM PDT by
JustAmy
(I wear red every Friday, but I support our Military everyday!!)
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2,722 posted on
06/28/2008 11:02:17 AM PDT by
yorkie
( Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass....It's about learning to dance in the rain.)
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Your trail runs to the westward, And mine to my own place; There is water between our lodges, And I have not seen your face.
But since I have read your verses 'Tis easy to guess the rest,-- Because in the hearts of the children There is neither East nor West.
Born to a thousand fortunes Of good or evil hap, Once they were kings together, Throned in a mother's lap.
Surely they know that secret-- Yellow and black and white-- When they meet as kings together In innocent dreams at night.
By a moon they all can play with-- Grubby and grimed and unshod, Very happy together, And very near to God.
Your trail runs to the westward, And mine to my own place: There is water between our lodges, And you cannot see my face.--
And that is well--for crying Should neither be written nor seen, But if I call you Smoke-in-the-Eyes, I know you will know what I mean.
Rudyard Kipling
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2,728 posted on
06/28/2008 12:52:54 PM PDT by
Lady Jag
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To: JustAmy; Billie
Another beauty by Billie.
Love “Ebb Tide”.
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