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Last Activity: 10-01-2007 11:21 AM
About Me
- About Millieluvsu
- Biography
- I have plenty of horsie experiance but NEVER enough!
- Location
- South Carolina
- Interests
- anything and everything outside.
- Occupation
- Student at Tech College.
- Number of horses you own:
- sold her in march. :*(
- Free Entry
- ive learned a hard lesson. sugar coated phrases only keep you happy for awhile. the truth makes you mad but makes you stronger and smarter.
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Signature
- trucks = big girl toy.
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God..the nerve of some people on here. So self concieted. I read a journal about some girl COMPLAINING that no one made a thread for her b-day, like they needed to make some grand announcment. PLEASE! Get over yourself.
I'm so sad to say I am american. We have way to much pride. I was watching this thing about Katrina, did you know Bush didn't know what had happened until 2 DAYS after Katrina hit? I mean, doesn't he watch the news? COME ON.
I think it's sad, I'm a terrible...
I'm so sad to say I am american. We have way to much pride. I was watching this thing about Katrina, did you know Bush didn't know what had happened until 2 DAYS after Katrina hit? I mean, doesn't he watch the news? COME ON.
I think it's sad, I'm a terrible...
Sketch
She's sketch in all your pictures,
To think of her but not her name.
You walk around, you know you miss her,
Without her its not the same.
You see her in your dreams,
You see her in your heart.
So lonesome and dark it seems,
Since our depart.
She left you her soul, and you kept a pencil,
You draw her often on blank thistle.
A sketch of her and your heart falls,
An old horse a little girl draws.
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She's sketch in all your pictures,
To think of her but not her name.
You walk around, you know you miss her,
Without her its not the same.
You see her in your dreams,
You see her in your heart.
So lonesome and dark it seems,
Since our depart.
She left you her soul, and you kept a pencil,
You draw her often on blank thistle.
A sketch of her and your heart falls,
An old horse a little girl draws.
...
My Inner Awareness
I never dreamed of someone like you,
I never thought my dreams would come true.
Your everything unexpected and unexplained,
My life my dreams have been potrayed.
Should I give up my morals all sense of right?
Would I fall in love with you in just one night?
I see your face in my mind,
My heart my thoughts are left behind.
My soul tells me to love you; but my eyes say good bye,
Should I give new love a try?
...
I never dreamed of someone like you,
I never thought my dreams would come true.
Your everything unexpected and unexplained,
My life my dreams have been potrayed.
Should I give up my morals all sense of right?
Would I fall in love with you in just one night?
I see your face in my mind,
My heart my thoughts are left behind.
My soul tells me to love you; but my eyes say good bye,
Should I give new love a try?
...
I just moved to South Carolina..I dont really know anyone except for my boyfriend and parents. Everyone I've met so far except for some horse people seem so self oriented. For those of you who know what it is my boyfriend is off to JobCorps and isnt comeing back home until Feburary for a short weekend visit and it will be another month before I see him agian. He's my bestfriend and I dont really have anyone else. I cant talk to my rents..everyone knows how they can be. I dont really have anyone...
I wonder at times if tameing a horse was ever what god wanted out of their lives. May their minor problems and suffering ever have been intended out of them? Are we getting less sensitive as the days go by? Do we ignore the fact that they have no choice? They must do what we say. Domestication gives no option. What other would they do? Run wild through concrete roads and SOD feilds? They would all die if we set them loose into the world. I wish I could have lived back in times when people worked...
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