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there are a lot the are parents age or older 40 and up and ideas anything fun? thanks

White Rose

by Walter Poe

In the storm

Stands the white rose

tumultuous waves

of destruction abound her

Yet tall is the white rose

strong in the face

Of the sensed doom around her

And she does not bow down

Pure is the white rose

In the compost earth

growing eternal strength

in the nights that so hurt

I see not the white rose

She is so far away

But I long to protect her

But only the words can I say

So I send her my words

And my poets heart

To help her when

there is hope to see her through

Be Strong little flower

Your heart will guide true

And as long as you want

I will always talk to you

ok im getting a haircut on monday and i need help want should i do i have a round face... im gonna get layers.... but i dont no if i should get bangs and if then wat kind im not dyeing my hair and im not cutting it very short plz and dont give me stupid answers thanks in advance

The Dummy

by Michael Mack

In that forgotten part of town

Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,

A wrinkled man with life near end,

In hopes to have at least one friend,

Fashioned bits of wood and things

And made a dummy run by strings.

He sat alone for hours on end,

Conversing with his only friend

And found delight within the fact

That he controlled it's every act.

He told it how he never had

A chance, since all his luck was bad

Although he'd tried so to succeed -

The dummy nodded and agreed.

And how his journeys in romance

Had never given him a chance,

And wasn't it a crying shame

That he was always held to blame

When everyone knew, oh so well,

That life is but a living Hell,

Controlled by lust and power and greed?

The dummy nodded and agreed.

With patience that would rival saints,

That dummy sat through all complaints

And, with each little expert tug,

He'd droop his head or bow or shrug

And give some comfort to the man

Who held his lifelines in his hand

And helped to fill a lonely need

When he just nodded and agreed.

Senility increased with time

As did the old man's phantomime,

And feverish fingers pulled with glee

The dummy's dance of misery.

They never left each other's side

Until the day both stopped and died.

We found them lying, hand in hand,

The dummy - and his wooden friend.

i really love kids and i really love to play with and ppl ask me where do u get that love for them? i was wondering if anyone else had love for kids like me

or ur favorite recipe u like to make

if u say monkeys became people than why can't people become monkeys?