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| Welcome poetry and paintings |
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| Dianna |
| The bride |
| Stories to be told. by Thea van Doorn How important can money be? does your money means security? Think for you are growing old. Have you stories to be told? Memories are made of gold Warm laughter,a joy to behold. Spend some money, before you'r old Then your stories can be told. Do not worry have no fear, Live and love, friends be near. If you find your money cold, it has no stories to be told. Take a kiss and tender hand, think about a golden band Have somebody you can hold And you have stories to be told. |
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| Sunset |
| Sun Rise |
| Long Beach |
| Sproat lake |
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| Apleblossem time |
| WE by Thea VanDoorn We build our dream, We worked, we slaved, deprived of pleasures small. The shoes with leaking soles, The tattered clotch. The dress we could not buy. We knew the reason why; We build our house, We made it home Not just for you and me, But for our children you see WE BUILD OUR DREAM |
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| thank you for coming to my site ! Please don't be shy view and sign my guestbook. Thank You. |
Him by Thea van Doorn My mind is weary, I feel alone, Then I look up, and I see him' He sees, He smiles; Alone no more, I smile, I sing, because of Him. |
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