A soft gentile breeze strokes my face,
As I wake to the morn with the sun lit arcoss the walls,
A car passes by one by one,
I hear a phone ring softly gently,
Knowing that all that I see,
All that I hear,
Is all a gift from God,
So when the sun light hits yor face,
Be thankful for all you have.
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92% of teens believe that the world will end on Dec. 21st, 2012. Put this in your signature if your the 8% that'll be laughing on Dec. 22nd, 2012
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My little niese and I heart 92% of teens believe that the world will end on Dec. 21st, 2012. Put this in your signature if your the 8% that'll be laughing on Dec. 22nd, 2012