Ps Twenty-Four Seven

all
the time-
in the world
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Lakhera Avatar
November 19, 2008 at 3:22 PM
Great thought Brian. Isn't there any escape to it? I wish there were. Thankyou for your encouragement! Love, Chitra
Sheart Avatar
November 19, 2008 at 2:51 PM
Hello Brian A beautiful thought! Smile....Never seems to be enough hours in a day to do all we need to do. Especially during the holiday season. Love Light Truth Patricia
Foulk Avatar
November 19, 2008 at 2:45 PM
Brian I have been seeing a lot of poems start with the letters Ps, what in the sam hill is that all about? this was a great piece you wrote at any hand.
Kelly Avatar
November 19, 2008 at 8:37 AM
Well sung , Sachmo .... Pity poor Munster , almost on song !!! Just could't manage the 18=16 , overture !!!! .... It could have been worse ; 24= 7 .......
Winter Avatar
November 19, 2008 at 6:06 AM
Wow. This is huge. Perfect Six is right! Love, Shar
Higgins Avatar
November 19, 2008 at 4:06 AM
Always running on empty. The story of my life. Great lines brother.
Reynolds Avatar
November 19, 2008 at 3:37 AM
very clever Brian, and you are correst, 247 equates to all time - the endless notime moment. excellent! love Kristin
Torres Avatar
November 19, 2008 at 12:39 AM
Im still shaking in disbelief and I will take your caring advice.May the Jesus bless you for caring and reaching out. You are heaven sent and you remind me their are good people left in this crazy world we live in. My deepest regard's. A true friend and a caring soul. Let everyone know that is Brian Strand..
Torres Avatar
November 19, 2008 at 12:36 AM
Brian thank you for your uplifting words. they mean so much to me. God had me hear the entire conversation when I called her because someone on this sight had written a poem about personal info of mine, so called christian. When I called her at that perfect moment she was reading the email to him becasue she was talking on her home phone and she didnt realize she activated her cell so God allowed me to see her true colors and it was heart breaking to say the very least. God bless you Brian.
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