61 Year Old
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Female
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From Aztec, NM·
Invited by: HoleDigger·
Joined on October 9, 2010
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Relationship status: Single
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Born on August 10th
·29 referrals joined!
61 Year Old
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Female
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From Aztec, NM·
Invited by: HoleDigger·
Joined on October 9, 2010
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Relationship status: Single
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Born on August 10th
·29 referrals joined!
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no im not perfect , i dont have a models body nor do i want one i am me and if you dont like what you see move on i dont need your rude comments with that said... Im a loving and caring person im a mom of 4 and a grandmother of 6 grandbabies so far lol family is life to me and i will not leave them for anything or anyone . I love to have family and friends over for BBQs and a few beers spending time with those you love is the best time you can spend on this earth.
61 Year Old
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Female
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From Aztec, NM·
Invited by: HoleDigger·
Joined on October 9, 2010
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Relationship status: Single
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Born on August 10th
·29 referrals joined!
Interests
tattoos, piercings, camping, BBQs,music
Music
i love the band All That Remains. i love all different types of music and listen to what im in the mood for at the time
I Am in Need of MusicI am in need of music that would flowOver my fretful, feeling fingertips,Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,A song to fall like water on my head,And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!There is a magic made by melody:A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and coolHeart, that sinks through fading colors deepTo the subaqueous stillness of the sea,And floats forever in a moon-green pool,Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep. Elizabeth Bishop
Touched by an AngelWe, unaccustomed to courageexiles from delightlive coiled in shells of lonelinessuntil love leaves its high holy templeand comes into our sightto liberate us into life.Love arrivesand in its train come ecstasiesold memories of pleasureancient histories of pain.Yet if we are bold,love strikes away the chains of fearfrom our souls.We are weaned from our timidityIn the flush of love's lightwe dare be braveAnd suddenly we seethat love costs all we areand will ever be.Yet it is only lovewhich sets us free. Maya Angelou
Love is EnoughLove is enough. Let us not ask for gold. Wealth breeds false aims, and pride and selfishness; In those serene, Arcadian days of old Men gave no thought to princely homes and dress. The gods who dwelt on fair Olympia's height Lived only for dear love and love's delight. Love is enough.Love is enough. Why should we care for fame? Ambition is a most unpleasant guest: It lures us with the glory of a name Far from the happy haunts of peace and rest. Let us stay here in this secluded place Made beautiful by love's endearing grace! Love is enough.Love is enough. Why should we strive for power? It brings men only envy and distrust. The poor world's homage pleases but an hour, And earthly honours vanish in the dust. The grandest lives are ofttimes desolate; Let me be loved, and let who will be great. Love is enough.Love is enough. Why should we ask for more? What greater gift have gods vouchsafed to men? What better boon of all their precious store Than our fond hearts that love and love again? Old love may die; new love is just as sweet; And life is fair and all the world complete: Love is enough! Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Song for New Year's EveStay yet, my friends, a moment stay-- Stay till the good old year, So long companion of our way, Shakes hands, and leaves us here. Oh stay, oh stay, One little hour, and then away.The year, whose hopes were high and strong, Has now no hopes to wake; Yet one hour more of jest and song For his familiar sake. Oh stay, oh stay, One mirthful hour, and then away. The kindly year, his liberal hands Have lavished all his store. And shall we turn from where he stands, Because he gives no more? Oh stay, oh stay, One grateful hour, and then away. Days brightly came and calmly went, While yet he was our guest; How cheerfully the week was spent! How sweet the seventh day's rest! Oh stay, oh stay, One golden hour, and then away. Dear friends were with us, some who sleep Beneath the coffin-lid: What pleasant memories we keep Of all they said and did! Oh stay, oh stay, One tender hour, and then away. Even while we sing, he smiles his last, And leaves our sphere behind. The good old year is with the past; Oh be the new as kind! Oh stay, oh stay, One parting strain, and then away. William Cullen Bryant
