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In all ways,
and on all days,
may each and every one find joy.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 25, 2013
In all ways, and on all days, may each and every one find joy.
On this day,
and every other too,
we should take time to consider the fundamentals of life.Namely Family.
Cherish people, not things.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 25, 2013
On this day, and every other too, we should take time to consider the fundamentals of life. Namely Family. Cherish people, not things.
The footrace of love is one that should never be won,
for were one to win
it would be at loss of the one who'd be left behind.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 26, 2013
The footrace of love is one that should never be won, for were one to win it would be at loss of the one who’d be left behind.
If you look hard enough,
you'll invariably find.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 26, 2013
If you look hard enough, you’ll invariably find.
If you seek a lie,
you'll find it,
and maybe more readily than the truth.@ppliny I fear for all, seekers and other.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 26, 2013
If you seek a lie, you’ll find it, and maybe more readily than the truth.
If love is a cage,
then only gilded butterflies
reside within.
Sadly,
those gilded butterflies
could never take flight.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 26, 2013
If love is a cage, then only gilded butterflies reside within. Sadly, those gilded butterflies could never take flight.
Jealous?
Of a hot flush
that stains the skin,
and makes the heart beat wild,
though not from sin.
Jealous? Why?@jasbrai— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 26, 2013
Jealous? Of a hot flush that stains the skin, and makes the heart beat wild, though not from sin. Jealous? Why?
War is more filth than glory,
perhaps if more of those who think it is glorious visited it,
the world would see it less often.@Tuigen— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 26, 2013
War is more filth than glory, perhaps if more of those who think it is glorious visited it, the world would see it less often.
As I age I find I'm more interested in lasting love,
than I am in fleeting wealth.@jimgthornton Some quite enduring love in this poem. Thx— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 27, 2013
As I age I find I’m more interested in lasting love, than I am in fleeting wealth.
Isn't it interesting how sometimes the words the world was never meant to see are those that leave the deepest impressions?@jimgthornton
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 27, 2013