joyfully i became HIS wife, i have all the love and passion in the world, much more than most could ever dream of, i am blessed.

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=Vo_0UXRY_rY

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Please dont offend Him by asking to touch, what is his.

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Loves ~ the sunshine,and warm people, enjoys the company of pleasant genuine fun folk, who enjoy a laugh .....and daft humour. I have recently discovered i prefer to ride horse back in the desert rather than camel hump !

Devoted to those i love.... with a passion beyond human words...............I would go to the ends of the earth and bk for those i proudly call "mine". A very very devoted mum ,mamma ,partner, best friend, sister, aunty , Wife ,lover and cheeky pain in the rubenesque " BIG BUTT " !

Dislikes ~ Deceptive people. Feel sorry for me attention demanding folk. People who cant take responsability for themselves,and have to lay blame elsewhere. Jealous people, who begrudge good things happening for others. People who know it all-and aggressively dictate their opinions , yet fail in their own "real life" test. People who think they are so popular & mighty,above all others - oh, how they stumble, tumble then fall ! Abusers. Thiefs. Users. manipulaters. Sneaks.

People who lie with Dogs and are then surprised that they get fleas ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Being your slave, what should I do but tend upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, nor services to do, till you require." -- William Shakespeare

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"You give little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give." -- Kahlil Gibran ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Touch of the Master's Hand

"Twas battered and scared, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But he held it up with a smile. "What am I bidden, good folks," he cried, "Who'll start bidding for me? A dollar, a dollar - now who"ll make it two _ Two dollars, and who"ll make it three?

"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, Going for three". . . but no! From the room far back a gray-haired man Came forward and picked up the bow; Then wiping the dust from the old violin, And tightening up the strings, He played a melody,pure and sweet, As sweet as an angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer With a voice that was quiet and low, Said: "What am I bidden for the old violin?" And he held it up with the bow; "A thousand dollars - and who'll make it two? Two thousand - and who'll make it three? Three thousand once, three thousand twice And going - and gone," said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We do not quite understand - What changed its worth?" The man replied: "The touch of the masters hand." And many a man with life out of tune, And battered and torn with sin, Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd. Much like the old violin.

A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine, A game and he travels on, He's going once, and going twice - He's going - and almost gone! But the MASTER comes, and the foolish crowd, Never can quite understand, The worth of a soul, and the change that's wrought By the touch of the MASTER'S hand.

~Myra B. Welch

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You can shed tears that she is gone

Or you can smile because she has lived

You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back

Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left

Your heart can be empty because you can't see her

Or you can be full of the love that you shared

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday

Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday

You can remember her and only that she is gone

Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back

Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

written 1981

David Harkins 1959 -

Silloth, Cumbria, UK .

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" CHARITY IS THE RENT WE PAY ON EARTH "

Jeremy Beadle, MBE, television and radio presenter and columnist, was born on April 12, 1948. He died on January 30, aged 59.

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