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A White
Rose
The red
rose breathes of passion
And the
white rose breaths of love;
Oh, the
red rose is a falcon,
And the
white rose is a dove.
But I send
you a cream-colored rosebud,
With a
flush on its petal tips;
For the
love that is purest and sweetest
Has a
kiss of desire on the lips.
John Boyle O'Reilly (1844-1890)
Karenland,
a place where you can kick back and enjoy the people and places that make
me smile. I hope they make you smile too. Set a spell and enjoy.
How to be a success
Paintings
by my friend
Make a
difference in the life of a child.....Foster
Parent Community
My Niece................................................Kathy's
Little Corner of the World
Papabear81-niceguy.................................Papabear's
Wav Page
Check
out Papabear's other pages. He's a wav man
My hobby
#1...........................................Birds
n Ways
Another
world.........................................Mars
Pathfinder
My favorite
card place.............................Blue
Mountain Art
Find the
answer to anything...................Ask
Jeeves
Remember..............................................The
Fifties?
Taking
a trip?....................................... .Roadside
America
What's
the weather going to be and
do you
need that allergy medicine...........The
Weather Channel
Like Science?..........................................Nature
Magazine
My favorite
Chat Room Webpage............Over40Earlybirds
To My
Dad.............................................Happy
Father's Day
Our other
pages:
Barney's
Page
Where
Eagles Fly
Waterfalls
Horizons
A page for Women's issues
Nice Webring
to belong to...see information at bottom of page
"The day
after I die, it will not matter what my
bank
account was, the sort of house I lived in,
or the
kind of car I drove...
but the
world may be a different place
because
I was important in the life of a child."
Paintings
by Charles
(CMM9696@aol.com)
To laugh
often and much.
To win
the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children.
To earn
the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends.
To appreciate
beauty, to find the best in others.
To leave
the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a
redeemed social condition.
To know
that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
This is
to have succeeded.
-Emerson
