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Did Michael Jackson molest children?

Accusations against Michael Jackson ruined many people’s hopes and dreams.

Did Michael Jackson molest children

Accusations against Michael Jackson ruined many people’s hopes and dreams.

Giving it away for FREE!

Give it away free!

The true UFO story!

UFO’s & Astronauts’, unexplained Anomalies
The big question of other life forms visiting our planet!

Liars are offended by truth

Truth is a poisonous dart
The lie, death angels art.
Some string, sharp strum sharps.

Delusional stains
The truth becomes acid rain.
The liar –never gains.

Blurring out fire.

My dinner rabbit..

The rabbit sat in the rain,
looking in my window pane.

Day after day this March.

The color of wheat, black polka dots, big ears.
fat and ripe this brave plot.

Day after day this March.

Earth Hour

Today is Earth hour
For one hour at 8pm, March 28th, 2009 everyone on the planet is asked to shut their lights, televisions and any-non essential electrical power- off.

Winters Door

Along the path to my door,
deer prints in fresh sparkling snow.
Three little paw prints of rabbits hopping,
to the path to my door.
Bread crumbs, cereal I throw,

Buy America?

There is a big controversy growing all over the world and it’s “buy America.”

The destructive pollution of Space!

Space debris. Once we thought space was endless and vast. There has been no care put into our pollution of our upper space...

Magnetic pole shift

If we lose the magnetic field line, does that mean we will blow up or burn up?

GREED

The invisible, visible hand of greed
Self interest
The pursuit of self interest
Economics of greed consumed
Feeding the deadly sins
Society harnessed greed for economics

Mystic Magical Monarch Butterflies

It was the Monarch butterfly that inspired me to plant a butterfly garden. They glide through the air, showing off like no other butterfly in my garden. Monarchs are from the Nymphaldae family.

IT'S A TOUGH JOB TO BE A LIVING ANGEL!

It’s tough to be a living angel.

Well, they feared my pen!

And my pen became the mighty sword, they feared. Some so fearful, they wouldn’t touch my sword, my words, my pen. They feared the retribution of my pen,