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Belated good morning for Sunday 
Hiyaaaa and Good Morninks all you luvvly jubbly people, Especially the trouble causers
You know who you are!!! Google is watching you 
Jaan  
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Belated good morning for Sunday
Hiyaaaa and Good Morninks all you luvvly jubbly people, Especially the trouble causers
You know who you are!!! Google is watching you
Jaan
Hahahaha Check this thread out I Am.... http://mingle2.com/topic/440354?page=2 Especially the part where you say... I must bring out the  in people, for some reason... 
I rest my case
You know I am an . They are all just meanies. 
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You Are My Sunshine You are my sunshine. You send color to my gray. When I'm in tears. You blow my heartbreak away. You make me happy when times are down. You turn my world upside and around. You catch my tears in your hand. When I'm in terror you understand. When I'm falling to the ground. You catch me and twirl my heart around. When I'm surrounded by darkness within the night. You come around and cast your light. If you weren't here I don't know what I'd do. Sunshine, I really love you. You are my umbrella when it rains. You cover me up when I'm in vain. You hold me in times of need. You are my bandage when I bleed. When I'm lonely and times are rough. You love me more than enough. You are my sunshine in times of rain. Please tell me you love me again. 
[� Ariel Smith - February 2011] |
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My Comforter Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught A feeling strange or new; Thou hast but roused a latent thought, A cloud-closed beam of sunshine, brought To gleam in open view. Deep down, concealed within my soul, That light lies hid from men; Yet, glows unquenched - though shadows roll, Its gentle ray cannot control, About the sullen den. Was I not vexed, in these gloomy ways To walk alone so long? Around me, wretches uttering praise, Or howling o'er their hopeless days, And each with Frenzy's tongue; - A brotherhood of misery, Their smiles as sad as sighs; Whose madness daily maddened me, Distorting into agony The bliss before my eyes! So stood I, in Heaven's glorious sun, And in the glare of Hell; My spirit drank a mingled tone, Of seraph's song, and demon's moan; What my soul bore, my soul alone Within itself may tell! Like a soft air, above a sea, Tossed by the tempest's stir; A thaw-wind, melting quietly The snow-drift, on some wintry lea; No: what sweet thing resembles thee, My thoughtful Comforter? And yet a little longer speak, Calm this resentful mood; And while the savage heart grows meek, For other token do not seek, But let the tear upon my cheek Evince my gratitude!
[Written by Emily Bronte] |
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Edited by
Kaustuv1
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Mon 08/03/15 06:41 AM
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Listen to the Heart Every heart strums strings of symphony an open book exploring dreams and fantasies the love-beat touches emotions and feelings serene as candy-filled caramel cremes. Every heart twirls in tune to love and romance a paradox portrait of lovers in a trance echoing laughter in harmonious haven or a fickle falsetto black as a raven. Every heart is a treasure chest of precious jewels as tenderness comforts those heartaches so cruel the heart always gives; suddenly takes away so listen to the heart; hear the words it must say.
[Written By: Linda-Marie SweetHeart] |
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Edited by
amaria90
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Mon 08/03/15 09:51 AM
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Good Morning Song by Judy Garland, Mickey Rooney Good morning, good morning We've danced the whole night through Good morning, good morning to you Good morning, good morning It's great to stay up late Good morning, good morning to you When the band began to play The sun was shining bright Now the milkman's on his way It's too late to say goodnight So, good morning, good morning Sunbeams will soon smile through Good morning, my darling, to you Here we are together A couple of stand-uppers Our day is done, breakfast time Starts with our supper Here we are together Ah, but the best of friends must party So let me sing this party song From the bottom of my hearty Good morning, it's a lovely morning Good morning, what a wonderful day We danced the whole night through Good morning, good morning to you I say good morning good moring i am glad your hear today well do our work and have some fun and then go on our way Sunbeams will soon smile through Good morning, good morning Good morning, my darling, to you Good Morning Song Link That should get the Link ^^ to work... I hope? |
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hello mingle peeps
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Phenomenal Woman Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
[Maya Angelou]
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God Is In Control No matter what you have been told God is in control Yes, they came with a report one day But God has the last say Rest assured he is near No need to fear Hold on to Faith real tight Know that everything is going to be alright When God is in the midst Defeat doesn't exist You serve a God who can make a bird sing a beautiful melody A God who can calm the sea A God who holds your destiny He is your healing spring And in his hands he brings Hope Strength Life Love Newness and Joy All just for you, because His love is everlasting and true!
[� La'shawna Howard - August 26, 2014] |
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"decide every morning that you are in a good mood"....that is most difficult some days, Kaustuv
However, I for one appreciate your uplifting posts, Thank You 
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"decide every morning that you are in a good mood"....that is most difficult some days, Kaustuv
However, I for one appreciate your uplifting posts, Thank You
sometimes ya just need to remind yourself of some of good things you see around you..we tend to wear blinders and go to our jobs, the store, send out bills like robots walking thru our own lives.. so today look around you 
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Good morning everyone
I hope you have an awesome day |
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Good Mornin Minglers ...what a beautiful day to get scammed!!
 
...you know the scene....message off and on for several months (since last november), the 2 of you just not quite to that point of meeting. You stop messaging for a bit, then pick back up and repeat. Then talking last night and things seem to be going very well, then this morning he is deactivated!! WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!  
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Oh and here is a little sumthin for your time listening to me rant
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However, I for one appreciate your uplifting posts, Thank You
I 'understand' you Mel, and I hereby express my 'appreciation' for your 'appreciation' of my 'uplifting' posts.
Thank you. May you keep 'shining' and 'smiling'.
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My Melody Amazing and beautiful not a flower or a tree Much prettier than that and only I can see Loving and caring right down to the core Filling me with happiness and so much more Eyes are so stunning cannot look away Gorgeous and shining all throughout the day Here in your arms is where I belong The beating of your heart is like a beautiful song!
[� Eric Pribyl - February 2010] 
A Mother's Love Is Forever I've been with you since before your birth. I'll stand by your side, as long as I'm on this earth. A mother's love is special, a never-ending gift. A love that's always there if you ever need a lift. I think of you often, never missing a day. My love is forever, and always sent your way. You're never far from the caring thoughts in my heart. No matter how many miles ever try to keep us apart. A mother's love, your gift, the gift I'll always give to you. As we watch our lives go by, no matter what you say or do!
[� Alan Royer - February 2006] 
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Edited by
Kaustuv1
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Fri 08/07/15 04:49 AM
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The Compassionate Young Boy [Submitted by Emmanuel Aghado] Once upon a time, in a small village in Kenya, there lived a young boy with his step family. Due to the scarcity of water in the village, the young boy awoke early every morning, carried his pot and headed for the stream with the aim of fetching water for himself and his step family. Sadly for him, he alone had this task as a routine every morning and evening to fetch water from a distant stream while his step siblings were given other lenient tasks or even none. Yet, the young boy bore no grudge against his step family, loved them and carried out his task, diligently. On his way back from the stream, he met an old man resting under a tree who begged for water to quench his thirst and he gave the old man. He met an elderly woman who begged for water and he gave the woman. This happens almost every time as he comes back from the stream; meeting people who beg for thirst, yet he gave them despite his step mother's torture on him for fetching half-filled pots that wouldn'��t even be enough for the family. One day, he couldn't bear the torture from his step-mother, so he swore never to give anyone water, but on his way back, he met a strange looking man who begged him for water. The strange man lay by the road side with an injury. The young boy remembered his vow ; never to give anyone water,�� but contemplated for a moment and then gave the strange man some water. When he got home, his step mum noticed the half-filled pots, and again pounced on him; this time with more cruelty. As she was beating this young boy, there was a knock on the door. It was the wounded strange man -�� a mail deliverer. Apparently, he came from the town with a letter for the young boy. A letter containing a scholarship with additional cash gift for the young boy and would have died on the way if not for the boy's help. They say there is love in sharing; they say where there is love there is life. Your daily good deeds are never in vain, since they shall return to you even when you're not expecting it.
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