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mary1025 47F
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2/6/2006 1:36 pm
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how can i complain
i serve time
but not alone
me and my destiny
lets roll


Plano69 54M

2/10/2006 7:13 am

against the world
against the wind
reasons
she's so beautiful now
she's my one desire
fire


mary1025 47F

2/13/2006 9:36 pm

As we live, we are transmitters of life.
And when we fail to transmit life, life fails to flow through us.
That is part of the mystery of sex, it is a flow onwards.
Sexless people transmit nothing.
And if, as we work, we can transmit life into our work,
life, still more life, rushes into us to compensate, to be ready
and we ripple with life through the days.

Even if it is a woman making an apple dumpling, or a man a stool,
if life goes into the pudding, good is the pudding
good is the stool,
content is the woman, with fresh life rippling in to her,
content is the man.

Give, and it shall be given unto you
is still the truth about life.
But giving life is not so easy.
It doesn't mean handing it out to some mean fool, or
letting the living dead eat you up.
It means kindling the life-quality where it was not,
even if it's only in the whiteness of a washed pocket handerkerchief.


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