Chosen by beauty to be a handmaiden of the stars, she passes like a silver brush across the lens of a telescope. She brushes the stars, the galaxies and the light-years into the order that we know them.
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For you, there'll be no more crying For you, the sun will be shining
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Thoughts not put into words
Lay bruised.
My greatest accomplishment
The 2nd thing I prayed for
The 3rd thing I've done well
The 4th best piece of me
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- I am MOM. I drive the "big blue cah" AKA: a MOM van. I feel older than dirt. I have 4 blessings that take every last drop of energy my body can produce, and leave my soul overflowing.
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