51 Year Old
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From Crossville, TN·
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Relationship status: Single
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Born on December 9th
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51 Year Old
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Female
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From Crossville, TN·
Invited by: 829996·
Joined on January 5, 2008
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Relationship status: Single
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Born on December 9th
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I have a crush on someone!
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Hi my name is michelle but everyone calls me shelly.I have three kids.I would love to find a guy who is not a user and that is honest and sweet.I love haystack and diffrent rap artist.I love scary movies.I am a very nice person and a loyal friend.I am shy but when i get to know you i am lots of fun.I don't like to be messed with bc i can have a bad temper.If there is anything you want to know just ask.
51 Year Old
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Female
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From Crossville, TN·
Invited by: 829996·
Joined on January 5, 2008
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Relationship status: Single
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Born on December 9th
·3 referrals joined!
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I have a crush on someone!
The Sorrow Of Love by William Butler YeatsThe brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,And all that famous harmony of leaves,Had blotted out man's image and his cry.A girl arose that had red mournful lipsAnd seemed the greatness of the world in tears,Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring shipsAnd proud as Priam murdered with his peers;Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves,A climbing moon upon an empty sky,And all that lamentation of the leaves,Could but compose man's image and his cry.
Angel in my mind She lives in my tortured mindwaiting patiently till she can dance in my dreamsholding my headin her loving hands eyes piercing Full red lips, bright white teeth a single tear caresses her cheekShe seesThe pain insideI close my eyesShe’s still right there with her silent stareHolding my face in her loving hands.I’ve been down this road beforeWhy did I think anyone would stayI’m just building up memories for my nursing home days.Shattered life empty dreamsLiving in my tortured mindWondering when I lose her tooI’m just building up dreams for when my memories are goneNothing to offer nothing to lose.I’m trying to get to my nursing home days.Silent lady on a hill of greenKnows not one thing about my daysBuilding up dreams for my nursing home days.Storing up memories for my nursing home days“Sounds like a load of old Tosh to me! ”Empty are my nursing home days.Philosopher, poet, warrior, old man, building memories for my nursing home days. Tony Fiona
A Perfect MomentBeautiful eyes open across a pillow top,It seems for this moment time will stop,The earth slows and sounds wane,A frozen moment without stain.Your body close to mine,Our hearts beat in time,With a smile of simple pleasure,This moment should last forever.Some say perfection is unattainableFor most things that's explainable,But in your arms and with your heart's affectionI have found a brief moment of perfection.
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings The free bird leapson the back of the winand floats downstreamtill the current endsand dips his wingsin the orange sun raysand dares to claim the sky.But a bird that stalksdown his narrow cagecan seldom see throughhis bars of ragehis wings are clipped andhis feet are tiedso he opens his throat to sing.The caged bird singswith fearful trillof the things unknownbut longed for stilland is tune is heardon the distant hillfor the caged birdsings of freedomThe free bird thinks of another breezean the trade winds soft through the sighing treesand the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawnand he names the sky his own.But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreamshis shadow shouts on a nightmare screamhis wings are clipped and his feet are tiedso he opens his throat to singThe caged bird singswith a fearful trillof things unknownbut longed for stilland his tune is heardon the distant hillfor the caged birdsings of freedom. Maya Angelou
Woman Work I've got the children to tendThe clothes to mendThe floor to mopThe food to shopThen the chicken to fryThe baby to dryI got company to feedThe garden to weedI've got shirts to pressThe tots to dressThe can to be cutI gotta clean up this hutThen see about the sickAnd the cotton to pick.Shine on me, sunshineRain on me, rainFall softly, dewdropsAnd cool my brow again.Storm, blow me from hereWith your fiercest windLet me float across the sky'Til I can rest again.Fall gently, snowflakesCover me with whiteCold icy kisses andLet me rest tonight.Sun, rain, curving skyMountain, oceans, leaf and stoneStar shine, moon glowYou're all that I can call my own. Maya Angelou
