[dotty999]

Originally Posted by izme

ok...now I'm scared got any mace or a tazer?

I could always take your mind off it if that would help

[izme]

hmmmmmmmm.....how could I ever repay you?

[dotty999]

Originally Posted by izme

hmmmmmmmm.....how could I ever repay you?

in .. kind

[izme]

now that's a concept!

[dotty999]

Originally Posted by izme

now that's a concept!

and could prove most interesting..

[angelize56]

Have a lovely weekend everyone! *HUGS*

[izme]

Hiya Mar and beach~goers

I hope that everyone has a great weekend


time to stoke the fire and get some coffee on

[angelize56]

Good morning Stephen! I hope you have a lovely weekend and God bless you immensely! I've seem to have lost touch with you my Hawaiian Love Slave! Just know I think of you often and always wish the best for you...of all the fish to catch in the ocean...you're number one! *HUGS*

[help4me]

AS a pale phantom with a lamp
Ascends some ruin's hainted stair,
So glides the moon along the damp
Mysterious chambers of the air.

Now hidden in cloud, and now revealed,
As if this phantom, full of pain,
Were by the crumbling walls concealed,
And at the windows seen again.

Until at last, serene and proud
In all the splendor of her light,
She walks the terraces of cloud,
Supreme as Empress of the Night.

I look, but recognize no more
Objects familiar to my view;
The very pathway to my door
Is an enchanted avenue.

All things are changed. One mass of shade,
The elm-trees drop their curtains down;
By palace, park, and colonnade
I walk as in a foreign town.

The very ground beneath my feet
Is clothed with a diviner air;
While marble paves the silent street
And glimmers in the empty square.

Illusion! Underneath there lies
The common life of every day;
Only the spirit glorifies
With its own tints the sober gray.

In vain we look, in vain uplift
Our eyes to heaven, if we are blind;
We see but what we have the gift
Of seeing; what we bring we find.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

[franca]

Originally Posted by help4me

AS a pale phantom with a lamp
Ascends some ruin's hainted stair,
So glides the moon along the damp
Mysterious chambers of the air.

Now hidden in cloud, and now revealed,
As if this phantom, full of pain,
Were by the crumbling walls concealed,
And at the windows seen again.

Until at last, serene and proud
In all the splendor of her light,
She walks the terraces of cloud,
Supreme as Empress of the Night.

I look, but recognize no more
Objects familiar to my view;
The very pathway to my door
Is an enchanted avenue.

All things are changed. One mass of shade,
The elm-trees drop their curtains down;
By palace, park, and colonnade
I walk as in a foreign town.

The very ground beneath my feet
Is clothed with a diviner air;
While marble paves the silent street
And glimmers in the empty square.

Illusion! Underneath there lies
The common life of every day;
Only the spirit glorifies
With its own tints the sober gray.

In vain we look, in vain uplift
Our eyes to heaven, if we are blind;
We see but what we have the gift
Of seeing; what we bring we find.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Very nice Babe.......have saved the pic, will make a nice wallpaper........L8R.....YNWA....

[help4me]

Originally Posted by franca

Very nice Babe.......have saved the pic, will make a nice wallpaper........L8R.....YNWA....

Thanks my cyber sweetie *HUGS*

[angelize56]

Hi Sister Bonnie! What a beautiful picture... How's Brother JEB doing? *HUGS* to you both!

Hi Frank!!! *HUGS*

Hi Dotty! *HUGS*

[izme]

Originally Posted by help4me

AS a pale phantom with a lamp
Ascends some ruin's hainted stair,
So glides the moon along the damp
Mysterious chambers of the air.

Now hidden in cloud, and now revealed,
As if this phantom, full of pain,
Were by the crumbling walls concealed,
And at the windows seen again.

Until at last, serene and proud
In all the splendor of her light,
She walks the terraces of cloud,
Supreme as Empress of the Night.

I look, but recognize no more
Objects familiar to my view;
The very pathway to my door
Is an enchanted avenue.

All things are changed. One mass of shade,
The elm-trees drop their curtains down;
By palace, park, and colonnade
I walk as in a foreign town.

The very ground beneath my feet
Is clothed with a diviner air;
While marble paves the silent street
And glimmers in the empty square.

Illusion! Underneath there lies
The common life of every day;
Only the spirit glorifies
With its own tints the sober gray.

In vain we look, in vain uplift
Our eyes to heaven, if we are blind;
We see but what we have the gift
Of seeing; what we bring we find.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Very Beautiful Bonnie!

thanks for sharing that with us!

[angelize56]

Good early morning Stephen! *HUGS* Have a lovely week ahead!

[izme]

Originally Posted by angelize56

Good early morning Stephen! *HUGS* Have a lovely week ahead!

you too Mar


*hugs*