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Your tears,
reflected within theirs will be,
such sweet sorrow,
neither wants to see.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 19, 2013
Your tears, reflected within theirs will be, such sweet sorrow, neither wants to see.
Sharing, it’s what friends do – thank each of you for sharing with me.#FF
My poem, on Friendship http://t.co/ocV5TivdT4— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 19, 2013
Sharing, it’s what friends do – thank each of you for sharing with me. #FF My poem, on Friendship http://bit.ly/CGApFrn
The weekend is upon me…
So good to be out from under the week.
Enjoy the rest, wherever and whenever you are.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 19, 2013
The weekend is upon me… So good to be out from under the week. Enjoy the rest, wherever and whenever you are.
Every pet we've ever owned, has been disowned,
every pet we've ever loved has loved us – far more.@twinterschorr @TheDogDaily @GeneralMom— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 19, 2013
Every pet we’ve ever owned, has been disowned, every pet we’ve ever loved has loved us – far more.
The ancient are the most honorable among us,
their wisdom is boundless, free,
and most importantly without bias.@adler100— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 20, 2013
The ancient are the most honorable among us, their wisdom is boundless, free, and most importantly without bias.
Love, a contract you can neither read, nor see
yet from which your heart won't let you flee.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 20, 2013
Love, a contract you can neither read, nor see yet from which your heart won’t let you flee.
Laughter: a better drug than any made,
the one we choose, yet can't abuse.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 21, 2013
Laughter: a better drug than any made, the one we choose, yet can’t abuse.
Silence, another edge to the blade words can so easily be.@MoonlightSoul_
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 21, 2013
Silence, another edge to the blade words can so easily be.
Words,
sharper than any blade can be,
or softer than a sigh.@MoonlightSoul_— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 21, 2013
Words, sharper than any blade can be, or softer than a sigh.
Children, seers of magic all about,
till parents blind them
with their doubt.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 21, 2013