tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541372041890922022024-02-19T01:17:13.604-08:00Stories in Versesuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15355324844692269222noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854137204189092202.post-2952366876587400222013-02-23T09:55:00.001-08:002013-02-23T09:55:15.559-08:00Who?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Who? </div>
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<i>What determines it? My mood.</i></div>
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Who controls if I am happy or sad?</i></div>
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<i>Why am I sometimes centered, sometimes not?</i></div>
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<i>Peaceful and awake, but sometimes I sloth.</i></div>
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<i>Nice fragrance or something to eat?</i></div>
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<i>Soothing music or when someone says something sweet?</i></div>
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<i>Knowledge makes me aware and so does a good run</i></div>
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<i>They help me connect with myself and become one</i></div>
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<i>But then what determines what I do?</i></div>
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<i>Who chooses one from the two?</i></div>
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<i>Something gets affected by what I do.</i></div>
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<i>But there is something that determines what I choose?</i></div>
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<i>Is the one that chooses the same as the one that acts?</i></div>
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<i>Why don't they communicate? And why does the former slack?</i></div>
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<i>Why does the former slack? What does it need?</i></div>
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<i>When will it always be up? What should I feed?</i></div>
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suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15355324844692269222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854137204189092202.post-29359563548161919272013-02-13T21:19:00.002-08:002013-02-13T21:19:45.033-08:00That thing called Love...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Let love be. Don't give it a name." This is one of my all-time favorite quotes by Sri Sri.<br />
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And, since this is a poetry blog, here is a 'love-poem' by the Master Himself:<br />
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<strong>PROMISE</strong><br />
<i>If I had to promise you something, what would it be?</i></div>
<i>I can’t promise that you would always be comfortable…<br />
Because comfort brings boredom and discomfort.</i><br />
<i>I can’t promise that all your desires will be fulfilled…<br />
Because desires whether fulfilled or unfulfilled bring frustration.</i><br />
<i>I can’t promise that there will always be good times…<br />
Because it is the tough times that make us appreciate joy.</i><br />
<i>I can’t promise that we will be rich or famous or powerful…<br />
Because they can all be pathways to misery.</i><br />
<i>I can’t promise that we will always be together…<br />
Because it is separation that makes togetherness so wonderful.</i><br />
<i>Yet if you are willing to walk with me,<br />
If you are willing to value love over everything else ~</i><br />
<i>I promise that this will be the most rich and fulfilling life possible.<br />
I promise your life will be an eternal celebration,<br />
I promise you I will cherish you more than a king cherishes his crown,<br />
And I shall love you more than a mother loves her newborn.</i><br />
<i>If you are willing to walk into my arms,<br />
If you are willing to live in my heart,<br />
You will find the one you have waited forever….<br />
You will meet yourself in my arms…<br />
I promise.</i><br />
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H.H. Sri Sri Ravishankar </div>
suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15355324844692269222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854137204189092202.post-66007679078098752332013-01-27T04:50:00.001-08:002013-01-27T20:31:50.871-08:00(More) Limericks in Hinglish<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There is this Gujju called Anjana<br />
Who fell in love with Vivek, the ultimate south Indiana<br />
In a blink of an eye<br />
She married the guy<br />
Now there is dal dhokli for lunch and for dinner rice and rasama<br />
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Abhi can be stubborn as a mule<br />
But that's an exception, not the rule<br />
He is daring and charming<br />
and can be disarming<br />
Say what you want, Abhi is cool!<br />
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To tickle Rashmin is so much fun<br />
You can even do it to his bum<br />
He squeals loudly with mirth<br />
Each time you lightly press his girth<br />
Or his feet, or his hip or his tum!<br />
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Mayur is daft<br />
Its as simple as that<br />
He talks gibberish<br />
And calls it Engarish<br />
But whatever you say, he is not fat!<br />
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Our Suparna Chatterjee<br />
Loves to eat Aloo and Mutterjee<br />
With salt and pepper - a dash<br />
Its all gone in a flash<br />
Then she burps and writes a best-seller jee!<br />
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(p.s: I'll eat aloo and mutterjee only if its prepared by Bawajee)<br />
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By Suparna<br />
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There was this dude called Devang<br />
Trading shares was his passion<br />
But when the stock market crashed<br />
He carried on unabashed<br />
Being strong from within with Sadhana and Satsang :) </div>
suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15355324844692269222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854137204189092202.post-57325627061074361972013-01-26T02:28:00.000-08:002013-01-26T21:39:58.353-08:00Limericks in Hinglish<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
By Abhiram<br />
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There was this dude called Abhiram<br />
Who went about with a handycam...<br />
To get the devi's flowers was his duty<br />
He was a south Indian who knew to make the roti<br />
Boy, I do know to write a limerick; now time to Vishram. <br />
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Once upon a time in the dakshin<br />
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guy wanted food (Italian or mexican)</div>
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to eat that was good</div>
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but all he got was bhaath which was yellow, orange or green<br />
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A guy in Bombay called lil Poo<br />
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Used to love to spend time in the Loo</div>
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Once when he sat on the throne</div>
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making sure he was quite alone</div>
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He did poo along with some susu! :)<br />
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For a long time in Vyas Kuteeram<br />
There lived a dude called abhiram<br />
He was known for his dancing<br />
And his abhiramisming<br />
And eating his sambhar with rasam<br />
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There was once a bawa named Bawa<br />
Who baked in the oven or cooked on the tawa<br />
But eating his dhansak or chowder<br />
Inflicted a rare speech disorder<br />
All one could say was WAH WAH! WAH WAH!WAH WAH!</div>
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There was once a yogi named Boonkie<br />
Who became inexplicably cranky<br />
In spite of all the dhyan,<br />
And all the seva, satsang and gyan<br />
If you forgot even once to wear a bindi<br />
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There was this couple, Piu and Rashmin<br />
Who had the secret to joy everlasting<br />
Cos the time she took to dress<br />
He used it to play chess<br />
Can’t find the last line so I’ll go Ting Ting ti Ting </div>
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There was once this dude called Gowri</div>
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Yup, you heard that right!</div>
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There was this guy called Prasanna<br />
Really good with gaana bajaana<br />
But he couldn’t get a date<br />
Perhaps it was fate<br />
Some chicks were too old for him and the others called him Anna</div>
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suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15355324844692269222noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854137204189092202.post-1412863226460607022013-01-24T09:01:00.000-08:002013-01-24T09:04:53.067-08:00Who am I? ~ Bawa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Me?</div>
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I am Khurshed Batliwala</div>
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lovingly called Bawa</div>
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more louuve?</div>
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Call me Bau :)</div>
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I meditate and teach others too!</div>
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Play the piano, cook,</div>
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read, write, exercise</div>
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laugh, love, and do mathematical gobbledygook</div>
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Life was tough though i didnt know it</div>
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Untill Gurudev came and easyficated it</div>
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Sadhana Seva and Satsang is the magic formula</div>
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Jaaaaaaaaiiiii Gurudeva! :)</div>
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love</div>
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bawa</div>
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suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15355324844692269222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854137204189092202.post-48796544799507008512013-01-11T22:13:00.000-08:002013-01-22T19:26:12.312-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I am the body, some say just a dress</div>
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I serve to express, endeavor to impress.</div>
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I am made of the food I chew,</div>
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Shaped by the exercise I do.</div>
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Pure and strong I should be,</div>
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But is there all that is to me.</div>
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I am the flow, I am the Breath,</div>
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With me happens birth and death.</div>
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Synching with the rhythm of the universe;</div>
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With the world, in and out, I converse.</div>
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I am the mind, an energy field,</div>
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With thoughts and feelings, I am revealed.</div>
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Past and future, I instantly traverse,</div>
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In the moment, I joyfully immerse.</div>
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I enjoy the world through the five senses,</div>
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And gain strength when I drop my defenses.</div>
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I am the intellect, called upon to decide,</div>
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To go for the good or with the bad I side.</div>
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Judgements and doubts, are my disease,</div>
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Rush of prana, my welcome release.</div>
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Innocence triggers my intuition,</div>
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Beyond the ‘limited’ edition.</div>
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I am the chitta, storing past impressions,</div>
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With it, I shape the possible expressions.</div>
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Clinging to the negative,</div>
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Becomes quite addictive,</div>
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But awareness and meditation make me free</div>
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With a simple click, erase unwanted history.</div>
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I am the ego, subtle and powerful,</div>
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Entertaining, and at times frightful.</div>
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To separate and divide is my rule,</div>
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My biggest fear is to be a fool.</div>
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But Naturalness humbles me,</div>
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Unconditional love tumbles me.</div>
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Am I all of the above or above it all,</div>
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Who is wondering deep, who is watching tall,</div>
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The eye of the eye, the mind of the mind,</div>
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The infinite, the eternal spirit or its kind.</div>
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Am I the truth or the love beyond emotion,</div>
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Am I the wave or the whole of the ocean.</div>
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Am I the empty space that is, was and will be,</div>
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I don’t know, who or what is the real me…</div>
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D in the B n D, la la la la la.</div>
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The cool and the compassion</div>
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Remixed with dispassion n passion</div>
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Sweetness and Firmness</div>
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Thanks to yoga and fitness.</div>
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Trained in Material science</div>
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Blossomed in Spirituality</div>
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The journey from IIT to IT to T</div>
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Made in style with SSS & G...</div>
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Thats me.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16217408259663121479noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854137204189092202.post-79536395303636653602013-01-01T09:50:00.000-08:002013-01-11T04:32:44.464-08:00Who am I? - by Suman<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Five elements, an abode I stay…<br />
Whose five windows, through I see.<br />
While three seasons shower me wet…<br />
Vascillating between two friends,<br />
whose presence I mostly fret.</div>
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Sometimes clear, blurred otherwise…<br />
Playing hide n seek all my life.<br />
A reflection of myself, I could see in thee…<br />
At the brink of realization you seem to flee.</div>
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Feels like a play,<br />
I, the player or pawn?<br />
Intrigued by this question,<br />
I sing the life song.</div>
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Looking in pillar and post…<br />
Waiting for you.<br />
Lost I was in the amazing race…<br />
Oh dear, when will I see your face?</div>
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What to do?<br />
Where to go?<br />
Whom to ask?<br />
Saddened I was.</div>
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Adding a dash of love and fun…<br />
putting an end to my dry run.<br />
Enters the Guru,<br />
Aho! Ab life hoti hai shuru…</div>
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Treading the path with earnest zest…<br />
I am sure to find.<br />
What remains an eternal quest…<br />
Is who am I?</div>
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Love,</div>
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Suman.</div>
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sumanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17753285839362543558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854137204189092202.post-2391094714086326602012-12-31T11:09:00.000-08:002013-01-11T04:31:51.876-08:00Who am I?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
(Okay, so this exceeded 10 lines :))<br />
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Who am I?<br />
Am I a mother, a daughter, a wife?<br />
Was I even born? Did I ever die?<br />
This me---happy, sad, jealous, angry<br />
Peaceful, anxious, energetic, weary<br />
Am I these fleeting thoughts and emotions?<br />
Or am I my actions, my intentions?<br />
Am I just a mass of cells? <br />
A collection of bones, and capillaries, and neurons <br />
Carbohydrates, proteins, amino-acids, hormones<br />
That miraculously managed to find the right place <br />
And do the right thing...<br />
Am I the five elements?<br />
Earth, water, fire, ether and space?<br />
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Am I love, peace, joy, as the sages say?<br />
Pure consciousness-- untouched, unwavering, <br />
Ever-fresh like the morning ray?<br />
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I have no idea...<br />
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Its a new ‘me’ every moment, a new story being told<br />
I can only wonder about this miracle, this mystery<br />
That’s waiting to be solved...<br />
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suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15355324844692269222noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854137204189092202.post-81230478341315952792012-12-31T09:29:00.000-08:002013-01-11T04:30:22.597-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Introducing Madsie </b><br />
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I have to admit that I am slightly mad ,<br />
But let me assure you - that I am really not too bad !!<br />
However there is no way I could be called "Goody Goody",<br />
And by the way you know - I am also a "Foodie".<br />
I like to cook and people I love to feed,<br />
I like to write and books I love to read.<br />
I am a mother , I am a daughter - I am also a wife<br />
This is all I have to say today about my life .</div>
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