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Lady Mi-Yung!

You are my beautiful sunrise,
Your face reminds me of bright skies,
Together, we are, like a fortress strong,

Oh, beautiful Princess,
My remarkable rose flower,
My extraordinary, young wife,

The perfect companion to our children,

Oh, dearest Mi-Yung!
Stars sparkle in your dark eyes,
Your black hair shines in midnight moonlight,

You're the most amazing and lovely dancer,
When you dance,
I see an Angel, flying among the stars.

Oh, adorable Mi-Yung!
You are my soft rosy sunset,
Your smiling face reminds me of bright sunshine,

You are my eternal dream,

Lady Mi-Yung!

Copyright © 2015 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
We need spiritual food just as much as physical food.
Jehovah can lift your spirits when you're in a bad mood.
Just ask him to give you faith and to fill you with the Holy Spirit.
Jehovah is listening, if you pray to him about it, he will hear it.
You can receive spiritual food if it's something that you seek.
I receive it by praying and going to church twice a week.
So remember this when you're angry, worried or depressed.
Turning to Jehovah is the way for you to receive true happiness.
 Dec 2015 Mike Essig
Shay
What do you do when it comes to the oxymoron
of being tired of living, too weary and weak to carry on,
yet being far too terrified of growing your wings with death
and being too petrified of taking your last breath.
 Dec 2015 Mike Essig
Edward Coles
We parked at the side of the road,
You put my hand up your skirt,
Said “I’ve had a lifetime of hurt,
Make me feel that I am not alone.”

Could hardly kiss you for the lack of breath,
Could hardly look at you in the fear
Of how it feels to forget.

You had a man at home.
I was more alone than you could ever be.
Felt no sympathy for your cause of misery
Amongst luxury;

Could hardly say no in this lack of flesh,
This tom-cat longing
Once all the daylight has left.

We parked at the side of the road,
Old-stringed guitar: all rhythm and no tone.
Limbs splay across the gear-stick;
Passionless and cold,

Weak delirium of instinct
Was enough to get me through.
Could hardly speak to you

Once the engine started again.
You pulled your skirt down,
Turned the radio on,
And wondered *who cheated who?
This is 100% fabricated. Not based on real life. I have no idea where it came from.

C
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