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Forgiveness


As dawn would bring no daylight without dark
empty night; the clearest day no beauty hold
without the rainstorm's dismal murk.
As spring would bring no rebirth without cold
winter sleep; the fallen snow no cleansing
without the ashen stain of fall.  As love 
would bring no healing without the stinging
wounds of hate; and laughter give no joy of
gladness without the woeful tears of pain.
As peace would have no glory in its quest
without the fear of war.  Life's thrill would wane,
no meaning hold, without the awe of death.
As heaven is no prize without hell's fiery scene—
Forgiveness is no virtue without the sinner's sin.


Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Modern Sonnet
Contest: Forgiveness
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 10/08/2015



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Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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To Forgive Or Not To Forgive

To forgive or not to forgive, that is the question.
When you are offended, whether real or imagined
by a loved one, a friend, or by someone esteemed,
do you confront the other, or resolve to be patient?

If by some stroke of luck, the offender apologized
but turns around, talking glib gobbledygook,
do you keep silent and still, looking cool as ice,
or do you tell it to his face, that he’s more than a crook?

At such time as this, or any time for that matter,
it is best to forgive whether he asks for it or not.
Do not poison your heart with cyanide blather;
bitterness can bother like a bat’s up your butt!

Forgiveness frees the offended from the devil’s deceit;
and makes you smile at the debtor, as his debt, you forfeit.



A modern sonnet. 
06 October 2015
Poem of the Week - October 11 to 17, 2015

Copyright © Kim Patrice Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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Et Portae Inferi Non Valebit, Gates of Hell shall not Prevail

Et Portæ Inferi Non Valebit
(And the gates of hell will not prevail)


Gates of Hell shall never ever prevail
promulgation of Truth forever stands.
Soul and Spirit each rings a sounding bell
Fate's ruthless results judges all the lands.

Vanities of all men foolishly praised
Spirit's dark desires bearing bitter fruit.
Rejection of He that was truly raised
lies and corruption are the stolen loot.

Righteous hearts look to Heavenly skies
sincere prayers, deliver such bless reward.
Mankind races onward using blinded eyes
to an ending very bitter and hard.

In the dark shadow of this evil world.
Our Creator's redemption has been hurled!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-11-2014


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Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Total # Words:  93

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Beside a Quiet Stream


I lived in a beautiful valley, beside a quiet stream
It was a place I escaped to when I needed to dream
surrounded by the tallest mountains in the world,
so I believed when I had been an innocent little girl

Pure until he walked down from the mountain high
He came to me without a word, we stood eye to eye
His only gesture was to reach out and take my hand
with that touch, the flames in my heart were fanned.

At last, 'hello,' was but a whisper from his sensuous lips.
He brought my hand to his mouth, kissed my finger tips
and then he said that he'd watched me for many a year,
grow from a child to a woman and I had nothing to fear.

I chose to believe every word that he breathed forth.
I took his other hand in mine and we headed North.



He asked me to journey with him and share in his life
He promised to take care of me as his friend and wife
He said with me by his side, everything we would share
and that for years he'd longed to have me as his lady fair.

It didn't matter where we went or even where we slept
but after a few years, what mattered was that I wept.
I cried because his promises all proved to be untrue.
I cried because I knew there was nothing I could do.

I walked away from him and headed South on my own.
Once again I dreamed in the valley where I lived alone.
The nights were cold as I lay down on the valley floor
there was no more warmth from the man I had adored.

When I slept I always saw the mountains fade away,
not the man who came to me beside the stream that day.



My ears heard a rustling, perhaps it was just the wind
but a shadow fell over me and the sunlight was dimmed.
"Hello," was all he said before he knelt beside me there
Once again he asked if life with him would I like to share.

How long we sat and stared at each other, eye to eye,
I'd not hazard to guess, nay, I'd not even care to try.
I asked, "What have you done in the years since I left?"
He said he'd almost died from a heart sad and bereft.

Four years it had been between 'hello' and 'goodbye.'
Years spent in my valley, where I thought I would die.
He stood before me now, this mountain of a man.
I rose up to my knees and then I held out my hand.

There is a kind of love one can only capture in a dream,
But some can be revived beside quiet waters of a stream. 

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016

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Too Late

one day you'll look for me to make amends
the weight of what you've done too much to bear
one day you'll ask for grace for what offends 
You'll search for me but I will not be there

You'll come to me with heart and words exposed
a plea to start afresh and be at peace
You'll come with promise new that you've composed
and hope that guilty heart will find release

One day you'll come to know that you were wrong
and with the thought will come the awful pain
for you have robbed of me my inner song
and brought to me a grief I can't contain

One day, I know that this will come to be
too late will be that time for you and me

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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Dark River That Sought To Flood

Dark River That Sought To Flood

I tamed the dark river that sought to flood
spreading darkness invading my blood
Battles raged for years every painful night
no victory ever won that dark fight

Tried to forget by being lost into my lust
a folly that gave all so much grief
Years passed before my learning what I must
find only source could give relief

A death leaped out into my sad, wicked life
a healing gift sent from high above
Healing to overcome all sadness and strife
mercy gifted from God's sweet love

Years have now passed into time's eternal realm
I thank divine mercy that removed "Me" from the helm!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-21-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Forgive me father for I have sinned

Forgive me father, for I have sinned
For, I have lived a life of immorality
Full of shame for what was destined
Was not my intention to live a life of criminality
Poverty destroyed my feeble faith
Father left without a trace
Mother sold her body, turning wraith
My whole existence was a disgrace
So, here I am - in my hour of need
at your door seeking repentance
Don't send me to hell, I want to be freed
Do I really deserve such a sentence?

God, do you hear my call?
Or should I prepare myself for the fall...

Trashed  #3, sponsor, Broken Wings
5 October 2015
Silent One




Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

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Forgiveness a Noble Mindset

Forgiveness comes not from without,
Rather inward, born of understanding.
It's not an emotion given to shout,
This quiet strength never demanding.

Only a peaceful soul is calm, reflects,
A selfish one a churning rapid, shallow.
Forgiveness cares not for itself, it deflects.
Though pierced by thorns from a rose mallow.

Held close, yet in palms always revealed,
Shared with all without care or malice.
Forgiveness flows freely, never concealed.
Its seeds fell from a wooden cross, a holy chalice.
Forgiveness is the light that cancels dark debt,
As it gives completely,a noble mindset.

Contest Forgiveness 
10/3/15


Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015

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Kiss of Forgiveness

I have been bruised, a wounded love,
trampled by uncaring wrong;
a joke, he laughs and turns away; his disgust
blatantly displayed. I offer God's shalom.
Neglected, a young wife disowned;
he the undisputed ruler of his realm.
His harsh commands hurled from his throne,
cutting and cruel. God grant him calm.
I dare not hate the bitter rod
he wields upon my shattered soul, nor react,
for it has hastened me toward God,
a mystery only experience can dissect.
I yield to providence, a jeweled grace,
that bids me kiss my persecutor's face.

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2015

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Forgiveness

In flash of lightning on clouds' darkest tide
Christ gave light to the world -He gave His life
to forgive all our sins, He suffered…died
Exemplifying His loving deeds  for
we’re His children, in Him we must unite.
His sacrifice gave Him unrivalled sore
to make His Love reign in this world, not grudge
Hatred inflicts pains of body, mind...heart--
Spoiling one's relationship, soul is smudged.
No sadness  follows or unending war
if our contrite heart will swallow its pride
and His Holy Spirit mediates and guide.
Jettison our heart’s  hurts through forgiveness
and sail on life’s light flow with happiness.


©2015Leonora Galinta
     All Rights Reserved



Sept. 30, 2015         11.15 pm

Also inspired by a bible verse:
Ephesians 4:32

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2015

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White Wing

Wings of fear flutter nightly in my heart;
a terror-taunt haunt that whittles my thought;
the brutish fist bruise blackening heart-art -
my past-smashed man; wars in your head thought-fought.

The confidence you chip and slow-whittle;
brittle wing-white bone china hurled to smash;
a daily rage rampage to belittle -
sobbed scream-spittle, word-slap, jaw-smack, door crash.

Storm clouds of bruises gathering on skin;
a slow-strangle noose of words that slow-kill,
the red pain petals falling in slow-spin.
But I loved you then and I love you still...

Forgiveness sings to your acid-word sting
and brushes your soul with a dove's white wing.



10/1/2015

Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2015

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Christmas Music

Compassion’s finger strums another note,
He listens as the angels start to sing,
Recalling lines from what apostles wrote,
Indwells the spirit held by Heaven’s king.
Succinctly spoken leaving soul in tune,
The gifts we need are never under trees,
Mosaic mustard seeds lit by the moon,
Aspires our gaze and prayers on bending knees.
Submits himself to love and sounds of grace,

Mistrust no longer drowns and mutes his heart,
United song with Christ, him to erase
So many sins in mercy to impart.
In essence, life and hope beyond today.
Contrasts the world, as it dissolves away. 

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Contest:  A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic
Sponser: Andrea Dietrich
Written:  12.16.15

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015

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Fear Not The Darkness

Fear Not The Darkness

Fear not the darkness of a shallow grave
 laugh at the folly of living to save
Treasures on your greed filled list
 dance as if death does not exist

Forgive at least one unforgiveable deed
 let heart seek comfort not stir greed
Strike the fear from your lost soul
 dream of another very precious goal

A love that blesses all that which matters
 leaving behind the failings that shatter
A gift so often found when one looks away
 creating a heart that never ever strays

Fear not changes that send a greater life
 cut away such fear with a spirited knife...

Robert J.Lindley , 06-15 -2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Evolution of the heart

Evolution of the heart

I rode out my charred chariot from the abyss,
And thought I had learnt to walk the streets alone.
As a sunflower I chased the sun trails known
Yet the wonted shadows cast I could not dismiss.
Like a soul without faith that still believes,
I dove deep into the murky lakes of animosity,
to peep through the fogged up mirrors of mortality,
And untangle cobwebs that minds can conceive.
Then I slithered down the bastions of dignity,
Reopening gashed wounds healed by sour time,
When harmony and peace wrestled ire and distrust,
Till I reached your door and stripped off your enmity,
As I understood what led you to that crime,
And reconciled that which we could do with what we must.

02.10.2015

Placed 5th
Contest: Forgiveness
Sponsor: Craig Cornish


'Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.' - Mark Twain

Copyright © Ronald Zammit | Year Posted 2015

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One word

Just one word, a mere word, in forgiveness,
to fulfill the promise behind your smile;
the virtue behind your allusiveness,
luring a foolish heart to beat awhile.
But silence, silence of indifference
more hurtful than a thousand words of blame 
remains in absence of lost reverence,
honest words leading to silence and shame.
But should honesty be felt in contempt
when words of love are spoken in goodness?
Benevolence in a sincere attempt,
to kinder the innocence of oneness.

Words of honesty sentenced in treason,
without understanding love’s true reason.



T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Arisen - Great Glory With Each New Dawn

Arisen - Great Glory With Each New Dawn

When tragedy crushes day and dark night,
remnants of evil darkness thunders forth.
Then man's evil proceeds with all its might
as coldest wind blasting from the far North.

Hence my crying to - hold loving ship straight
and beseeching the One for mercy then.
Yet for such- one must abandon their hate,
learn to honor and love all other men.

With such faith- stormy waters are banished
invisible voice calming raging seas.
The evil and darkness both are vanquished
answered are sincere, faithfully prayed pleas.

Arisen - great glory with each new dawn.
Beautiful flowers on each renewed lawn.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-23-2015

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line:	10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 N/A
Total # Words:	100

Note- Perfect, 100 word sonnet, perfect 10's. 
Finally,  hit the mark on a first draft...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Forgive me darling

My darling forgive me
I was not by your side
Was to blind to see
the emotions that you hide

Sorry for all the times I hurt you bad
All the times I was never near
I never wanted you to be sad
Did not want to cause any fear

Will you forgive me for not understanding
For not wiping away your tearful cries
For not knowing what was happening
It was too late when you said goodbye

You left and I cry alone
my heart has become a stone

6 October 2015

Copyright © Gabriel Sundman | Year Posted 2015

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Love

Oblivion mind,
wandering in thoughts.
Idiotic smile,
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love

Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love







Copyright © shadab shaikh | Year Posted 2013

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Merciful Majesty—Make Misery End!

“…when power narrows the areas of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence…” —John F. Kennedy
Medieval misery crushing citizens; Shackled: grueling, clanging, negativity Middle Passage past, plaguing, yet frightens; Intense insanity—gangs captivity! Draining dreams and desires from hearts—slashed: Ancestral destruction, devastating; Bones protruding from ribs, weakening—lashed; Sight yet sickening, distraught, disgusting! Will God speak in molding humanity? Will His divine grace cleanse such evil souls? Self posed dictators, fool’s insanity Greed in governing—crushing others’ souls! Where art thou, Master of the Universe? Hold not thy hands while the poor suffer worst! ~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~ © Joseph, 10/1/08 © All Rights Reserved ~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~ Semi finalist contestant 292 out of 887 submissions June 1, 2009 International Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~ Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran. ~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2008

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My Angel

Your love is like a fall’s crisp kiss
I can walk a thousand miles to get away from you
I can swim to the bottom of the ocean blue
I can fly a million feet up, way high in the air
I can pretend each day that I just don’t care
Yet I am sorry for the way I acted, the words I left unspoken
When I think of how we ended, my heart feels way too broken
Do you really feel this way, my presence do you not miss?
You made it clear your heart has no place for me anymore
I will move on and hope to find another to love like you
I will walk away, our memories in my heart I’ll store
Never allowing my mind to believe that it is true
For I loved, I lost. But as a friend I will never again tell
That you hold my heart forever, you are my Angel.



Copyright © Jordan Dickinson | Year Posted 2013

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THE TEMPLE PROSTITUTE

THE TEMPLE PROSTITUTE

The God came  to me in the guise of a stranger
His gold body scent was of great sublimity 
His arms were marble pillars,  and his embrace
Melted the whole world on my belly.

He tuned me to the refinement of my own nature -
Pitched me so exquisitely I fell from heaven -
Totally vanquished, till I remembered
All there was of paradise, and the number seven.

He has the unfolding of centuries since
To worship me as a goddess divine,
But they couldn’t build churches fast enough
To deny our union in the votive shrine.

The salt of humble pilgrims for my wantonness
I, who had everything but blessedness.

(c) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)

Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2014

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DEMETER AT THE CHINESE OPERA

DEMETER AT THE CHINESE OPERA


So, I invited you to the Chinese Opera impulsively
Thinking of masks and dragons and triumphant mystery
I though it was time we threw off our coats
Of mourning, you for your  daughter

Stopping one night, on the way home from a party,
So randomly, cruelly, killed by the monster
Who has slain more than all the century’s wars
And my private sorrow for which there is no funeral.

I remember your straying husband also
Loved the Chinese Opera.  What will happen
If we all meet between the acts?
Surely forgiveness will come like snow on the mountain

And we will live in a harmony that can never be suppressed
In a slow majestic music that takes account of grief. 

(C) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)

Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2014

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Eternal

My love, what shall you leave me with tonight? What words are there to mend my broken heart? Will our love be repaired with morning light, Oh, or will nightfall be our last depart? My darling, sha'nt I leave you without this, My eternal promise of love to you How could you pull apart this final kiss? Don't let such love fade, whilst such lovely hue So, before you give your final goodbye, And your anger and hate bury your love Remember what wishes, and dreams, will die And the future that we had spoken of So, I'll remind you with my final breath, My eternal love is as strong as death

Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2011

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Are you the one

Are you the one?

In time gone by we where as one
As my lonely heart does cry
For understanding what has changed I can only try
The days together in the sun
Now alas, is it all undone?
It’s only you I will stand by
As my faults you do decry
Yet the heart stays fast, not to run


What’s past is dead and gone my love
It’s forward we should move
The future is bright as shining snow
Let it take flight as the mourning dove
I pray you’ll never disapprove
Of the love I’m trying to bestow 

Copyright © Russell Smith | Year Posted 2011

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Time

I want to say good night
But its night as yet to you
I can see darkness now
If maybe you never left

I have to say good night
Darkness has defeated me
Only your love can resurrect me
I am afraid to go now
But I have to go and live under the shads
Love me to my silent place

Good night when you see the moon
Flower me with roses from abandon garden 
Cover me with what i was and be now
Good night sleep with elevated power

Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2014

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Let it be

Let no shadow be cast in my soul
for I have seen the countenance of grace.
Let my heart not build a wall
to hide the furious compassion of Your face.

Let the rain of mercy fall
upon the dry wasteland of my memories.
Let my life answer to Your call
and my own stubbornness cease.

Let me not at the foot of the cross
resent precious blood splattered for me.
Let it cover the pain of loss
and from sin set me free.

Thank the Lord my soul can rejoice
for I am but a sinner whom You gave a choice.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013

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Exploded Revere

Each and every heart has lost its way
Xanadu is just fictitious, this you know.
Pain flows with love, as the wind doe s blow.
Love can be pretty or just as ugly any day.
One heart beats so different, in every way.
Dear lonely heart, listen to your spirit glow.
Each passing moment will tell the way to row.
Dream your desires, but live in reality today.

Revelations shall take your heart for a little ride.
Explosions build and fall, love has crescendos.
Veer carefully in passions lost, before you decide.
Eventual truth will guide you; out of these woes.
Respect your soul, don’t let your heart be the only guide
Every love shows, grows, though not without repose.

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2012

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Forgiveness Frees

Waking to a promising morn,
Refreshed from healthy brand new sleep
You will realize all kept, old scorn
That you have yet to cleanly sweep.
You will sip pain in your coffee,
Spy it all day sharing your seat.
When allowed, anger will free-spree
Through thoughts in a constant repeat.
Anger feeds when you sit to dine,
Lathers as you take a shower,
Shows in a book between each line,
Festering and growing power.

Only forgiveness will bring light
To ease the plight of each felt slight.

September 24, 2015
Contest:  Forgiveness
5th Place

Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2015

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The Promise of Forgiveness

When I said to my love, please forgive me? 
He smiled in affirmative consummation:
Instantly I knew it was for good to be;
He had no fleeting or flighty attestation. 

He was mine, my love, my one and only, 
But never such interactively nor by day;
Free to blossom and mill, and free truely, 
And complimented me in every way. 

His forgiveness meant a solid promise, 
Of nurture, love, direction and guidance;
That he would have stealth and premise, 
For that which I had so much avoidance. 

When my poor attitude did not do, 
He forgave, and took me through. 


2nd of October 2015

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

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What I Gave

Thirty-four years of fist fights and screaming fits;
 threats of killing, suicide; public embarrassments.
In front of my husband and son they crossed a line.
What I gave them was a piece of my mind.

"I am done with this." "We should part ways." I said,
"Before someone ends up seriously hurt, or dead."
I felt no sadness. I couldn't shed a tear.
To think about it; I gave them 15 years.

I went to see them, knowing their health was bad.
Prayer and apologies from me, Mom and Dad.
Things are better after our long time apart.
Peace of mind for fifteen years; lost.... a piese of my heart.

With great sadnes, of disfunction I tell.
For giving and losing..... the balance scale.



July 01, 2014
Contest: What I gave
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper


Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014