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WIDOWS AND WIDOWERS - part 2
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i lost my lady of 16 years to breast cancer in march. it still hurts everyday.  I am sure  it does  Love and hugs to you My Brother & Friend  Everyone I'd like you to meet my dear Friend <<< Todd >>>  in case you haven't have the opportunity to meet him yet  |
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Whooo Hoooo!!
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Metal what has this thread become? 
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Let's pelt him w/ skittles & may his underwear become infested w/ camel fleas.  you think that is mean ???  some people deserve all they get  you wouldn't want to get between a Protective Mother and her kids
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Thu 07/23/09 09:48 PM
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Springsteen - Spirits in the Night
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjKeQznN4d4&feature=related   |
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Thu 07/23/09 09:43 PM
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Springsteen - Saint in the City
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BktOzc8m93U&NR=1 I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova I could walk like Brando right into the sun Then dance just like a Casanova With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet Silver star studs on my duds just like a Harley in heat When I strut down the street I could hear its heart beat The sisters fell back and said, "Don't that man look pretty." The cripple on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity." Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose And when the heat came down it was left on the ground The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead As the tracks clack out the rhythm, their eyes fixed straight ahead They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street And them South Side sisters sure look pretty The cripple on the corner cries out, "Nickels for your pity." And them downtown boys sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city  |
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Thu 07/23/09 09:32 PM
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Tonight in Jungleland  |
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fiance? at 19? doing such a thing? go figure  Life happens early these days , 19 isn't so young at all to be engaged  I was happily married at 19 and Not because i had to and we had three children including twins by the time i was 22  |
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backstreets http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xfXswFmSzM One soft infested summer, me and Terry became friends Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in Catching rides to the outskirts, tying faith between our teeth Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house, getting wasted in the heat And hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets With a love so hard and filled with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park, we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings Huddled in our cars, waiting for the bells that ring In the deep heart of the night they set us loose of everything To go running on the backstreets Running on the backstreets Terry, you swore we'd live forever Taking it on them backstreets together Endless juke joints and Valentino drag Where famous dancers scraped the tears up off the street, dressed down in rags Running into the darkness, some hurt bad, some really dying At night sometimes it seemed you could hear the whole damn city crying Blame it on the lies that killed us, blame it on the truth that ran us down You can blame it all on me, Terry, it don't matter to me now When the breakdown hit at midnight, there was nothing to say But I hated him, and I hated you when you went away Laying here in the dark, you're like an angel on my chest Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see Trying to learn to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time, to find we're just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Where we swore forever friends On the backstreets until the end Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets   |
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Thu 07/23/09 09:08 PM
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Well, it's just another night in Jungleland ... man i sure can relate to Bruce Springsteen  these days Springsteen - Jungleland http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aRhqVWUPPs&feature=related The rangers had a homecoming in harlem late last night And the magic rat drove his sleek machine over the jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The rat pulls into town rolls up his pants Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down flamingo lane Well the maximum lawman run down flamingo chasing the rat and the barefoot Girl And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world As we take our stand down in jungleland The midnight gangs assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night Theyll meet `neath that giant exxon sign that brings this fair city light Man theres an opera out on the turnpike Theres a ballet being fought out in the alley Until the local cops, cherry tops, rips this holy night The streets alive as secret debts are paid Contacts made, they vanished unseen Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine The hungry and the hunted explode into rocknroll bands That face off against each other out in the street down in jungleland In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the d.j. plays Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and theyre gone Beneath the city two hearts beat Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown The rats own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the Night No one watches when the ambulance pulls away Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light Outside the streets on fire in a real death waltz Between flesh and whats fantasy and the poets down here Dont write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead tonight in jungleland Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu  that's my Tarzan & Jane call   |
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thanks Dee ... |
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Let's pelt him w/ skittles & may his underwear become infested w/ camel fleas. i agree
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Thu 07/23/09 03:13 PM
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Are you good at hiding your feelings when you have to? oh yeah when i need to be i can cover up my thoughts and feelings pretty well Why or why not? well, for safety & survival reasons of course & protection of myself my Family and My Friends I emanate an aura of mystery  & it leaves them guessing |
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Thu 07/23/09 03:06 PM
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I asked because I'm in Spokane, but that's still across the state from me, too. it is very far from where you live to where she is A whole beautiful high peaked Mountain Range & miles of towns & cities in between I've never been to Spokane, but the only town i was in , on the other side of the Cascades was Yakima  and i left there as soon as i arrived it was late summer and not a tree in sight  and soo barren looking ~ dry and burnt up but my Brother lives much closer to you He is near Issaquah in the Renton Highlands |
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What part of Washington is she in? My mother is my hero, my best friend, and the only human being in the planet to whom I owe complete gratitude and honor to. I do NOT look forward to the day that I have to go through this with her. Your mother and you are both in my prayers. God Bless. Hi Sweetie .thanks soo much for stopping by and for your tender ~ hearted , sweet reply I know what you mean about Mothers they are the best Mama is over on the Olympic Peninsula not far from the Awesome Puget Sound Naval Shipyard  and about 800 long & Mountainous Miles north of me  |
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Prayers for mother of Nessa awww.. thank you soo much Mirror Mirror Lee you are always here for us all  God Bless you Dear Man so well 
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prayers and prayers being said and sent.... you are so wonderful to your family... this is for you, since you love your family so very much..and care for them...and pray for them...and want the best for them...  awww Little Kiki Girl thank you sooo much Sweetie   |
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You and your mom are in my prayers thank you so much My Faithful Sis Louise ... 
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Prayers & well wishes for ur Mom Vanessa awwww... thank you soo much  |
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Thu 07/23/09 01:45 PM
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you have my prayers Queene ..You are always  here for me.. .thank you Dear 
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Thu 07/23/09 01:42 PM
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She will be in my prayers hun (Hugzzzz)  |
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