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#3341voted by our readers
By Jkrissy95 BRONZE
Brooklyn, New York

My daddy loves me oh so much, He tells me all the time. He shows his love for me , through touch, He shows me all the time. I love my daddy oh so much, And every night at te...
Jkrissy95 BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
4 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Leonardo Da Vinci<br /> Iron rusts from disuse, stagnant water loses its purity, and in cold weather becomes frozen, even so does inaction sap the vigor of the mind.


#3342 Poetry
tlboyer SILVER, Hanalei, Nevada
9 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Live for the present, Learn from the past, and look forward to the future.

#3343 Poetry
WaffleOcean2934 PLATINUM, Rogers, Minnesota
42 articles 9 photos 116 comments

Favorite Quote:
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams-Eleanor Roosevelt

#3344 Poetry
By Rawquel BRONZE
Modesto, California
Rawquel BRONZE, Modesto, California
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#3345 Poetry
daughterofthestars BRONZE, Fairmont, North Carolina
1 article 1 photo 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Does my being half-naked bother you?&quot; Jacob Black

#3346 Poetry
InvisibleHeart GOLD, Barony, Other
15 articles 4 photos 36 comments
#3347 Poetry
Kaelynn GOLD, Reno, Nevada
14 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
We can climb out of hell one inch at a time.

#3348 Poetry
By Maculate_Dream DIAMOND
Riverside, California
Maculate_Dream DIAMOND, Riverside, California
71 articles 0 photos 83 comments

Favorite Quote:
I have not failed, I just found 10,000 ways to not succeed.<br /> <br /> All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

HunterD.C. BRONZE, Cullman, Alabama
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#3350 Poetry
By woah.its.shayla BRONZE
Sulphur Springs, Arkansas
woah.its.shayla BRONZE, Sulphur Springs, Arkansas
3 articles 1 photo 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Life&rsquo;s but a walking shadow, a poor player<br /> That struts and frets his hour upon the stage<br /> And then is heard no more: it is a tale<br /> Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,<br /> Signifying nothing.&rdquo;<br /> &mdash;Macbeth in Macbeth