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Seven roses for seven days!  Now they're over, I go my ways; With me the thought of the good week goes-- Every day was a rainbow rose. The white rose blows in your own dear heart, And the black in mine, now we have to part. E. Nesbit  1905

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When things are bad ~that leaves room to grow. When things bother you ~that encourages you to learn to dealand explore other possibilities. When you hit the bottom ~ you can soar to the top. When it feels that all is closing around you ~ it is because room is opening for new blessings. Written on May 17, 2009when I was unable to attendmy college graduationdue to a back injury.

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The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom. The figure is the same as for love. No one can really hold that the ecstasy should be static and stand still in one place. It begins in delight, it inclines to the impulse, it assumes direction with the first line laid down, it runs a course of lucky events, and ends in a clarification of life – not necessarily a great

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by Rainbow Robinage 16Today, Thursday, May 10, 1990, we have been driving to Corpus Christi, Texas. We’re in the car right now. We stopped in this town called Buffalo. We saw a lady there who my mom had gone to junior high with in Arlington. The woman had her 12-year-old daughter with her who she had named Sonya after my mom.I found out the other day that I am mostly Irish with some French in me,

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By Rainbow RobinAge 16 We got to Louisiana at about 11:30 at night. Aunt Norma Jean is so cute. I love her so much. She’s so hospitable, which made us feel right at home. Monday morning she made us biscuits from scratch with mayhaw jelly. Yum-yum! Then mine and Erin’s third cousin Kalea came over. She’s in kindergarten. It was cool to play with her for a while, but I was really tired so I

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By Rainbow RobinAge 16 We arrived Friday at 5 p.m., very tired. My sister and I had stayed up until 2 a.m. the night before. We went out to dinner; then on to Gram’s. Gram said that mannerism wise Jessica is a lot like me and that I had taken after my Aunt Patty. I felt what she was talking about. Jessica loves me a lot and I feel the same. Scott and I are still kind of like big sis and

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This is my first blog. I am so excited to finally be ready to put some writing out there to the rest of the world.I just want to say,"The more we separate ourselves from others, the more separate from ourselves we become"I created that phrase but I am officially giving it to the universe because I think it is so important.I will be posting more writing and pics soon.Pray for my grandma Mimi!!

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