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Permission We all need to cry. We need to be okay. We need to let go of things that hurt us. We need to be ready to accept good things. It is okay to be happy. He loves us. He gave his son for us. He wants our lives to be full… and contented. We choose to beat ourselves up. Even after prayer, we rise and die. Why? Embrace life. Time is so short. Gather your pearls of bright color, string them together with joy, not tears. Suffering is the mirror of sadness. Do not dwell on the reflection of the lost. You have been found. You will never be missing again. Dance, as if you just learned, but will never stop! Laugh until you cry, then sing.

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Date: 9/12/2019 8:23:00 PM
GREAT energy of a writer! A gift, a lift, a dove, with love, above, mom smiles, peace piles, w/7 kids, 11/grandkids, and 2/great-grandkids ~ Aloha always William
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Ann Foster
Date: 10/17/2019 10:29:00 AM
Oh my.... Hugs... What a clan. I love it my friend. God Bless you and your family... Ann
Date: 9/7/2019 12:11:00 PM
Hello Anne Foster, I do like this positive poem. I am making it my fav. These are good words for encouragement for me. Thank you for creating this poem. Hugs Darlene. Have a nice day my friend.
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Date: 10/17/2019 10:28:00 AM
Always honored to be faved... Actually always honored to be read. Thank you friend. Flowers for your day... from unexpected and pleasant elves that drop in, even if they are only imaginary. Ann
Date: 9/6/2019 10:55:00 AM
Such a positive message of your poem--Very comforting read, Ann.
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Ann Foster
Date: 9/6/2019 2:56:00 PM
We need to lift each other up. As high as the top of trees and the tips of mountains. Higher still... Hugs for your day. Ann

Book: Shattered Sighs