Monday, January 22, 2007. Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,. Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those two Indian ponies. They have come gladly out of the willows. To welcome my friend and me. We step over the barbed wire into the pasture. Where they have been grazing all day, alone. They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness. They bow shyly as wet swans. There is no loneliness like theirs. At home once more,.

Trop souvent eu le coeur briser à cause de toi. Mon Gros, Ma clou and moi 3. Mon toto and Moi 3.

Thursday, January 11, 2007. Recently I was looking around for some good poems. I came upon a poem that I had to blog about. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am the sparkle in the snow. I am the shredded leaves that blow. I am the sunlight on growing grain. I am the gentle summer rain. I am the quiet bird at night. Circling about; Taking flight. So do not stand at my grave and weep.

من اینجا بس دلم تنگ است . این را در وبلاگ بنویسید! 8207;در Twitter به اشتراک بگذارید. 8207;در Facebook به اشتراک بگذارید.

Well today im going to write my first blog for blo. Wednesday, September 20, 2006. Well today im going to write my first blog for blogger. I think this idea is actually pretty good. It feels good to let somethings out sometimes. I hope the projects from class are actually interesting though. So far I think this should be pretty fun.