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Abby

Abby
For a friend with a big heart.

In a world that sometimes dims its light,
Abby shines with something bright
A gentleness that lifts the air,
A heart so wide, so strong, so rare.
She threads her kindness through each day,
In little gestures, words she'll say,
Remembering what others need, 
Sowing hope with quiet deed.
Her laughter lingers, soft and warm,
A beacon

ABBY MY GRANDDAUGHTER

My granddaughter is a blessing from God
Abby has that special love and charm
That makes her so special
Abby brings so much happiness
For our family and friends
Every day we watch her grow
And watch all the new things she has learned
Every day we just love her more and more
Every day and every minute
Watching you grow up in a

All Hail Abby

All hail Abby Jones:
Her sock drawer filled with
Mundane and ordinary thoughts,
Locked in a bunker
Of imagination.
She’s confused.
She doesn’t know who she is.
Neither do I.
She wears tall socks in spring
Because she doesn’t want
To look at her ankles.

Dear Abby

Girl, where you been
relaxing to a tune

Girl what you doing tonight
Doing my toes tonight

Girl that's a plan way ahead of schedule
what time tonight

Doing what is right
absent in thought
really want to get out tonight
don't feel the thrill

Girl what you putting on
The best you ever had

Don't put me down
Just open your wings and fly

Abby and Jake

An enterprising widowed woman is Abby McClure.
She owns and operates a lumberyard, and is financially secure.
Her sister Maxine can't stand to see Abby unattached.
She knows a man named Jake Iverson, and gets them matched.
Jake has a daughter, and Abby has three boys.
All of the children are considered great joys.
However, the marriage requires everyone to make

Abby

The moment the angels,
Came and took you away,
Our life's have got harder,
And harder each day,
The tears that we've cried,
This pain that we feel,
We know in our hearts,
That we'll never heal,
But we know that someday,
We'll see you again,
To hug and to hold you,
Our love never ends,
But until that day comes,
Be strong and be brave,
When you look

Abby

The day became silent
not in a happy manner,
the world was lighter
not by much - but still significant,
the sound of tears falling
echoed into the night,
life once lived now gone.
How can it pass so quickly?
A decade seemed like a day,
time now frozen 
in this shaken soul,
no more greetings,
no more kisses,
no more handshakes,
no more sendoffs,
no more anything,
only silent

They Call Her Abby Normal-Theatre of the Absurd

Whose brain?.......
Did you put in?......
Abby Someone....
Let me think.........
The label... on the jar....
read....Abby Normal....
I think.........
A creative monster.....
living inside..........
....................her head.

Who;
Does labor?
in the
Laboratory 
of a 
Creative Life?

It is.......the......
abnormal brain.
Sewn together
under
experiments....

With ;
Thoughts streaming
under .......high....
electrical currents. 

A lightening......
fast speed........
In a moment of
..............   Ideas.
         
      

Abby Kane

Abby comes from Largs in Scotland, 
And is visually impaired by Stargardt, 
The progressive vision disease panned, 
By some of the other Paralympians. 

Born on the 4th day of August 2003,
She’s a student at Largs Academy, 
She trains hard in the backstroke, 
At N. Ayrshire Amateur Swim Club. 

So because she’s only thirteen, 
Rio was

For Abby Hurst

A beautiful girl is what you are.
You have your demons, but so full of love
We have yet to meet, but that does not bar
Our friendship because when push becomes shove

I trust I will be able to rely on you,
And hope you feel the same for me
Because my feelings for you are true.
I’m writing so you

Dear Abby

Dear Abby and her sister Ann
Both chose the same career,
A case of sibling rivalry, 
Or so it would appear.

When competition cuts too close,
It’s natural for some friction;
They didn’t speak for several years,
A seeming contradiction.

Eventually, they drifted back
And plainly reconciled.
Though they were twins, each might have wished
To be the only child.

It’s curious when siblings
Opt to follow

Abby Turns Three

Abby daddy's rejoicing a favorite hobby 																 Making you laugh he riding your first stick pony 														 The surrealism from mamma dada to mommy and daddy    														 Your family laughing with you on your happy number three               

Dear Abby

Hopscotch, barbie dolls, playing house and jump rope
Puddle jumping, finger painting, needing lots of soap
Baking cookies, stuffed animals and having a pet rock
Vibrant drawings on the driveway with colorful chalk

Dance recitals, swimming lessons and girl guides
Zoo visits, riding bikes and amusement rides
Beach pails, sand castles, playing in the sun
Building snow men, tobogganing, oh what fun

Make

Dear Abby

DEAR ABBY:

I’d never considered killing myself,
Until I backed over my little boy.
I know I should think about mental help;
I break down when I see his untouched toys,
His baby pictures, note the absent noise.
Only three, he had hardly lived at all.
His life cut short, like a sudden dropped call.
Resentment’s an anvil in my wife’s eyes -
“Why

Abby Sunderland Is Missing

we can't circumnavigate the globe
although we'll surely try
your father has a sailboat
and I the will to die

let's get lost out on the sea 
somewhere off Cape Horn
force our families to gather 
in a solemn state of mourn

inform the attendance keeper
to expect absence this September
even with no accomplishments 
we can pretend you'll all remember 

our clear

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