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I would like to welcome you to my charming slice of AP heaven...Enjoy, and don't forget to stop at the souvenir shop on your way out.
But anyway, a shout out to my best friend Tammy, the Angel of the Sky, and to the love of my life, my husband... And last but certainly not least, Mr. Vertigo, my AP pop!!
Update: I've recently adopted a daughter!! Yay!!! Her name is Jane, so make sure you check out her work.
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I've also found myself an AP husband, his name is Gary. Be sure to check out his awesome poetry!!
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Don't forget to check out my AP niece,
Ginny!
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Gott weiß ich will kein Engel sein
(God knows I don't want to be an angel)
~ from a Rammstein song called Engel

The Guide is definitive. Reality is frequently inaccurate.
-The Hitchhikers Guide to the Universe
Here is a poem that was written for me by my friend Old Doc Wit
Filling the void of the
nights dark emptiness,
Is the quite apt pen
of the Night Fire Goddess.
Lighting the way where
few dare to tread,
touching the moon
and easing our dread.
Making the night
a safe place to stand,
with beautiful poems
and writing so grand...

This poem was written for me by my dear friend Tammy.
Nicole The Night Fire Goddess
by Angel of the Sky on Jul 05
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Thank you for being here for me
It's hard to find a friend that's true
But there is one thing i need you to see
This is what I see in you
Our friendship is as true as the blue sky
Never a cross word between me and you
Friends we will be till the day I die
No matter what me or you may do
Love and happiness is what I wish for you
Now its time for you to be a mother
I am so happy that you have been blessed
This child is luck, like no other
For it has you, for their mother
You have a heart of gold
Never will it turn black and cold
I love you my dear friend
And I will be here for you till my very end

These are a couple of my fave poems.

For Strong Women
by Marge Piercey
A strong woman is a woman who is straining
A strong woman is a woman who is standing
on tiptoe and lifting a barbell
while trying to sing "Boris Godunov."
A strong woman is a woman at work
cleaning out the cesspool of the ages,
and while she shovels, she talks about
how she doesn't mind crying, it opens
the ducts of the eyes, and throwing up
develops the stomach muscles, and
she goes on shoveling with tears in her nose.
A strong woman is a woman in whose head
a voice is repeating, I told you so,
ugly, bad girl, bitch, nag, shrill, witch,
ballbuster, nobody will ever love you back,
why aren't you feminine, why aren't
you soft, why aren't you quiet, why aren't you dead?
A strong woman is a woman determined
to do something others are determined
not to be done. She is pushing up on the bottom
of a lead coffin lid. She is trying to raise
a manhole cover with her head, she is trying
to butt her way through a steel wall.
Her head hurts. People waiting for the hole
to be made say, hurry, you're so strong.
A strong woman is a woman bleeding
inside. A strong woman is a women making
herself strong every morning while her teeth
loosen and her back throbs. Every baby,
a tooth, midwives used to say, and now
every battle a scar. A strong woman
is a mass of scar tissue that aches
when it rains and wounds that bleed
when you bump them and memories that get up
in the night and pace in boots to and fro.
A strong woman is a woman who craves love
like oxygen or she turns blue choking.
A strong woman is a woman who loves
strongly and weeps strongly and is strongly
terrified and has strong needs. A strong woman is strong
in words, in action, in connection, in feeling;
she is not strong as a stone but as a wolf
suckling her young. Strength is not in her, but she
enacts it as the wind fills a sail.
What comforts her is others loving
her equally for the strength and for the weakness
from which it issues, lightning from a cloud.
Lightning stuns. In rain, the clouds disperse.
Only water of connection remains,
flowing through us. Strong is what we make
each other. Until we are all strong together,
a strong woman is a woman strongly afraid.

The Highwayman
By Alfred Noyes
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Velvet Rose Petals on June 8hey aunty
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I wrote this for you a few months ago.
Just wanted you to know that your in my heart.
I love you sis, and hope your heart is healing
Tammy
