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Welcome everyone.
There are so many beautiful things that we receive in our emails from each other... that I thought I would put some of them on their own special pages. Our
keepsakes
Enjoy them. Hugs to all, Ruth Ann
Did
Anyone Ever Tell You
Did
anyone ever tell you
Just how special you are
The light that you emit
Might
even light a star.
Did anyone ever tell you
How important you make
others feel
Somebody out there is smiling
About love that is so real.
Did
anyone ever tell you
Many times, when they were sad
Your e-mail made them
smile a bit
In fact it made them glad.
For the time you spend sending
things
And sharing whatever you find
There are no words to thank you
But
somebody thinks you're fine.
Did anyone ever tell you
Just how much
they love you
Well, my dearest "online" friends
Today I am
telling you.
Your Angel Knows
On days when you're tired
not sure you can go on.
~Your Angel Knows ~
And will wrap you in an Angel hug
to let you rest till your weariness is gone.
On days when you're down
just
feeling so blue
~ Your Angel Knows ~
And will tenderly take you in her
arms
to cherish and help cheer you.
On days when you're hurting
really
feeling that pain
~ Your Angel Knows ~
And will wrap you in a blanket of
love
to give you courage and help keep you sane.
On those nights when
you're lonely
and there's no one to be found
~ Your Angel Knows ~
She'll
gently enfold you in her wings
to give comfort and let you know
she'll
always be around.
And on the days when you're happy
things are goin
just right
~ Your Angel Knows
She'll smile and say a prayer of thanks
and
give you an Angel hug so tight.
Day and night no matter what
Your Angel
is always close by
To help guard you and protect you....
~ Author Unknown ~
Ode
To My Spell Checker
eye halve a spelling checker;
it came with my pea sea.
it plainly marques fore my revue;
miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
eye strike a key and type a word;
and weight fore it two say;
weather eye am wrong oar write,
it shows me strait a weigh.
as soon as a mist ache is maid,
it nose bee fore two long, and
eye can put the error rite;
its rare lea every wrong.
eye have run this poem threw it;
i am shore your pleased two no;
its letter perfet awl the weigh,
my checker tolled me sew.
Author Unknown
My
Forgetter
My forgetter's getting better
But my rememberer is broke
to you that may seem funny
but, to me, that is no joke
For when I'm "here" I'm wondering
If I really should be "there"
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!
Oft times I walk into a room,
Say "what am I here for?"
I wrack my brain, but all in vain
A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away
Where it is save, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone,
Say "Hi" and have a chat,
Them, when the person walks away
I ask myself, "who's that?"
Yes, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And its driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.
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