Too young to abortcaptainsindbadSeptember 27 2006, 15:55:11 UTC
Hi from Captain sindbad ..presently i am in dubai..the city for ARCHITECTS..you should see the construction going on.. the cities coming up..THE WORLDS TALLEST BUILDING..is being built without declaring its height..so that way they can always add height.. Well Pandora..make me your new friend..as you journey through the last few years of Giving Birth to a NEW SELF..iT IS EASY TO ABORT..BUT look at it this way..You are now a mother of yourself giving birth to A NEW YOU.. A SUCCESSFUL YOU..AND AS YOU UNDERGO THE Labor pains don't give up..i assure you it will be worth it. Love too will come in your life..but let it come from an equally successful person..He too waits in the wings of the stage of life..waiting for you his ugly duckling to become a beautiful Swan.. call me if u wish 0097150 8980083 and we shall talk more..or mail me at sindbad_travels@yahoo.com
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Well Pandora..make me your new friend..as you journey through the last few years of Giving Birth to a NEW SELF..iT IS EASY TO ABORT..BUT look at it this way..You are now a mother of yourself giving birth to A NEW YOU.. A SUCCESSFUL YOU..AND AS YOU UNDERGO THE Labor pains don't give up..i assure you it will be worth it.
Love too will come in your life..but let it come from an equally successful person..He too waits in the wings of the stage of life..waiting for you his ugly duckling to become a beautiful Swan..
call me if u wish 0097150 8980083 and we shall talk more..or mail me at sindbad_travels@yahoo.com
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For greed had failed to lead me on
And failed to crawl me on its silvery Lawn.
"My golden castles, Hold Kings,
with creepy crawl-ons , my silvery lawns abound".
"But Alas!
My Minister of treachery ,
my teachers of bribery,
My damsel fair of deep lust!!!
No use were they No use!!
Oh! No use was my offer of the Midas touch".
Chains
were made from my thoughts,
For shackles of gold could not hold me..
Leeches grafted from my own weakness
Suck out every last ounce of strength.
A Slave in the galleys, I row Fears ship,
To the sound of Fears whip.
Not map, NOR compass,
The port is not for me.
For the slave of fear,
to row and row is the only destiny
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