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*Stamped* Theme Post

I have a little teacup chihuahua named Sam Wise Gamgee, ok I was a tad bit obsessed with Lord of the Rings at the time. He started out small as all get out now he's grown into a pretty big puppy considering his kind.

We'll go from when he was just a puppy the first day my husband brough him home to now.

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Proud to be from Michigan

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Theme week

Theme week is going to start today...

I couldnt think of a theme so we will start this one off with "pets"

Post pictures of your pets...any kind of animal is fine.
At the end of the week..(well next Wednesday) ..i might have everyone vote on who they think has the cutest pet. Maybe there will be some kind of reward or something, i havent figured that all out yet.

**Please put your pictures behind a lj-cut**
And make your subject theme week so we know what it is.

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Katie <3
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I have been asked to submit a poem to this publishing house for printing...(they liked a pome I had published a while ago)
I need pure honesty These are two of my latest poems are tehy any good?
I seem to have strayed from my original form of writting you might say and need a little feedback.
Shall I? Should I?
Call upon your promises.
Will you? Would you?
Come rescue me.
But no you’ve lost the key
awaiting patiently
for my return.
Your patience has run out
expired out the clock.
The sand has all dripped out
while I’m still swirling in this hole.
Will you be holding on to me
when I go through those doors
and see the worst?
Afraid the answer’s no,
I look away.
Alone a whirlwind of
Blessed sins.
The answer’s no.


Such turbulence of masterminds,
Such willingness to find,
A shoe that fits and blinds
Those that will look beyond our widest smiles.

As though our passion is,
What old world charm has left to cease.
A sexy innuendo of our love
Has left behind a broken heart.
So sitting in a delicate embrace
We lock our eyes, pretending neither’s there.
But we are here.
Our minds draw near, to fateful times
When we were lovers in our lives.
So feebly has my soul been stitched
That fate has nothing but to stop to breathe
And I shall fall upon the floor
And die of suffocation.

Such turbulence of masterminds,
Such willingness to find,
A shoe that fits and blinds
Those that will look beyond our widest smiles.