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Words are there to be abused, misused, and to amuse.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 16, 2013
Words are there to be abused, misused, and to amuse.
The joys, of daily duties, big and small.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 16, 2013
The joys, of daily duties, big and small.
Grief, softened by time's tender kiss. #thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 16, 2013
Grief, softened by time’s tender kiss. #thought
To an itty-bit, of Brit, will I admit. #iam
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 16, 2013
To an itty-bit, of Brit, will I admit. #iam
True friends, have value without end. #thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 16, 2013
True friends, have value without end. #thought
My best friends true, counted on half the fingers of one hand.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 16, 2013
My best friends true, counted on half the fingers of one hand.
Last light my wife carefully explained that I am childish, not childlike. I stomped my foot, exclaiming, "Am too! Same difference!" #iam
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 16, 2013
Last light my wife carefully explained that I am childish, not childlike. I stomped my foot, exclaiming, “Am too! Same difference!” #iam
Grief, is something I never wish to shed. I look on time, with disdain for lessening that precious pain. #thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 16, 2013
Grief, is something I never wish to shed. I look on time, with disdain for lessening that precious pain. #thought
Opinions are something more should have, and dare to share. #thought #iam
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 16, 2013
Opinions are something more should have, and dare to share. #thought #iam
When we pretend to be someone we are not, the first we fool, is we. #thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 16, 2013