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I ENJOY MY ROTTWEILER DOGS, CREATING MUSIC
IN MY DIGITAL STUDIO. I AM A KARATE INSTRUCTOR
TOO. I ALSO TAKE PLEASURE IN WORKING WITH
THE ELDERLY...THEY HAVE MUCH TO SHARE. I ALSO
HAVE A 150 GALLON AQUARIUM WITH ANGEL FISH AND
A TALKING YELLOW NAPE PARROT. I LOVE POETRY
AND THINKING GAMES AND I ADMIRE PEOPLE WHO USE
THEIR MINDS. EUROPEAN IMPORT CARS ARE MY
FAVORITE...I OWN A 1985 JAGUAR XJ6 VANDEN PLAS.
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SUBJECTS I HAVE STUDIED INCLUDE SOCIOLOGY AND PSYCHOLOGY AND REUPHOLSTERING.
I REPAIR VCR'S AND COMPUTERS AND HAVE BEGUN STUDYING COMPUTER PROGRAMMING.
I LOVE TO LAUGH AND TAKE PLEASURE IN BEING AROUND POSITIVE PEOPLE WHO ENJOY LIFE.
I DISLIKE PEOPLE WHO ARE INTOLERANT OR LOOK DOWN ON THOSE LESS FORTUNATE THAN
THEMSELVES. I DON'T LIKE TO BE AROUND PEOPLE WITH NEGATIVE ATTITUDES. I LOVE TO LEARN
AND AM CONSTANTLY LEARNING FROM OTHERS I HAVE MET ON THE INTERNET. THEY HAVE A VAST
KNOWLEDGE OF SO MANY THINGS AND THEY HAVE TAUGHT ME SO MUCH.
I WORK OUT DAILY AND ADMIRE FITNESS IN OTHERS.
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BUTTERFLY TEARS
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HAVE YOU EVER HEARD A BUTTERFLY CRY
THE TEARS ARE LIKE SATIN ROLLING
OFF OF A ROSE PETAL
LIKE THE WINDSONGS OF A CHILD'S
DREAM BEING CARRIED ON THE CLOUDS.
LIKE THE PURENESS OF A CHIL'D THOUGHTS
LIKE THE WARM TOUCH OF A MOTHER'S HAND
AND THE GENTLE KISS OF A MOTHER
PUTTING HER CHILD TO SLEEP.
LIKE THE SMILE OF A LOVED ONE.
LIKE DANCER'S FANTASY DANCING ON THE CLOUDS OF LIFE.
LIKE THE SUN RISE AND THE SUNSET
LIKE THE SWEET SOUNDS OF THE BIRDS AT SUNRISE
LIKE THE LAUGHTER OF A NEWBORN BABY
LIKE A FIRST KISS
LIKE COLORS OF A RAINBOW
LIKE A COOL SPRING BREEZE
LIKE GOLDEN PASSIONATE TEARS
LIKE TOUCHING LIQUID GOLD
LIKE GENTLY HOLDING A HEART MADE OF ROSES
LIKE THE MIND OF A BALLERINA ARTISTICALLY MOVING, GRACEFULLY, SMOOTHLY ACROSS THE DANCEFLOOR,
LIKE AN INSTUMENT BEING PLAYED BY A VIRTUOSO, SHE DANCES THROUGH THE MINDS OF THE AUDIENCE PAINTING
BEAUTIFUL PORTRAITS IN THEIR MINDS, YET EACH ONE SEES HER DANCE WITH DIFFERENT EYES.
THE TEARS THAT ARE NOT THERE ARE THE BUTTERFLY TEARS
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