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    <title type='text'>Littlebutterfly's Cocoon</title>
    <subtitle type='html'>A fubar user blog.</subtitle>
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        <published>2008-07-18T10:28:01-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-07-18T10:28:01-07:00</updated>
            <title type='text'>LOVE YOU TOSSED AWAY</title>
            <content type='html'>Loveydovey is dead to you!!!
From now for ever more .
 Not to ever darken your door.
There once was a man. 
Whos love a woman thought she could keep.
Sleepless nights she had, thinking she had done him wrong.
Her heart she gave freely.
 But he played her for a fool.
 just like the others . 
Tears he turned away from. 
Having a heart of stone

written By Cindi Mulligan


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        <id>tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-215386.793390</id>
        <published>2008-05-20T09:57:05-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-05-20T09:57:05-07:00</updated>
            <title type='text'>THE HORMONE HOSTAGE</title>
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The Hormone Hostage knows that there are days in the month when all a man has to do is open his mouth and he takes his life in his own hands! This is a handy guide that should be as common as a driver's license in the wallet of every husband, boyfriend, co-worker or significant other!
DANGEROUS:  SAFER: SAFEST: ULTRA SAFE: 
What's for dinner?  Can I help you with dinner? Where would you like to go for dinner? Here, have some wine. 
Are you wearing that? Wow, you sure look good in brown! WOW! Look at you! Here, have some wine 
What are you so worked up about? Could we be overreacting? Here's my paycheck. Here, have some wine. 
Should you be eating that? You know, there are a lot of apples left.  Can I get you a piece of chocolate with that?  Here, have some wine. 
What did you DO all day? I hope you didn't over-do it today. I've always loved you in that robe! Here, have some more wine. 

13 Things PMS Stands For: 
1. Pass My Shotgun 

2. Psychotic Mood Shift

3. Perpetual Munching Spree 

4. Puffy Mid-Section 

5. People Make me Sick 

6. Provide Me Sweets

7. Pardon My Sobbing 

8. Pimples May Surface

9. Pass My Sweatpants

10. Pissy Mood Syndrome 

11. Plainly: Men Suck

12. Pack My Stuff 

and my favorite one
13. Potential Murder Suspect

Pass this on to all of your Hormonal Friends 
and 
those who might need a good laugh!
...Or men who need a warning. 

And remember: 
Money talks... but Chocolate SINGS !!!
  

  
 
 
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        <id>tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-215386.792781</id>
        <published>2008-05-19T16:23:15-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-05-19T16:23:15-07:00</updated>
            <title type='text'>There Once Was A Man</title>
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There once was a man
 Who played with a lady’s heart.

Promise’s he would make , 

Though would never keep.

 Was this  the lady’s fault?

 No I think not .

Maybe  he didn’t like women

 Maybe he liked sheep.

written by Cynthia Mulligan
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        <id>tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-215386.792773</id>
        <published>2008-05-19T16:14:06-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-05-19T16:14:06-07:00</updated>
            <title type='text'>CLIMBING MY WAY HOME</title>
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Lord here I am, kneeling silently at your feet.
Waiting patiently for a moment to see your face.
Wanting to finally be able to come home and rightfully to take my place.

Here I am Lord, climbing the hill.
feeling the cool sweet grass beneath my feet.
Even if I should fall my Lord.
I still heed your call.
I listen closely to every word.

I climb to the top of the fragrant hill.
Allowing my body and soul to be completely still.

I raise my eyes, to you on high.
fall to my knees, and begin to cry.
Lord without you, I am so very lost.
Tho my faith says to, follow you no matter the cost.

Cynthia Mulligan 
Copyright ©2008  
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        <id>tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-215386.792772</id>
        <published>2008-05-19T16:12:36-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-05-19T16:12:36-07:00</updated>
            <title type='text'>ALICIA</title>
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Please do not mourn me when I am gone
I will have no more sorrow or strife.
For to Jesus I have given my life
No more tears shall I cry there was 
there was no fear when I was to go
my dear sweet Jesus was there with me.
He took my hand and led me up the stairs
Where I was greeted by all my loved ones
Who had gone on before me.
Please my children do not cry for me
For we all shall meet again and
I shall greet you there at Heaven's door

Cynthia Mulligan 
Copyright ©2008
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    <entry>
        <id>tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-215386.792771</id>
        <published>2008-05-19T16:11:23-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-05-19T16:11:23-07:00</updated>
            <title type='text'>A MOTHER'S PRAYER</title>
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As I sit here by the phone I wonder
are you safe or scared and all alone.
I listen for the phone to ring but I
fear Lord just what news it might bring.
I pray to my Heavenly Father in the 
Heavens above thanking Him for the
a child like you to surround with love.
Our dear Lord put us together and He
is the one who knows what our future
is to be.

Cynthia M Mulligan 
Copyright ©2008
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        <published>2008-05-19T16:10:14-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-05-19T16:10:14-07:00</updated>
            <title type='text'>ANGELS FROM GOD</title>
            <content type='html'>Angels From God
Two angels I have sent
to watch over you.
To keep you safe in all you do.
Two angels I have sent to 
catch you if you fall.
So listen my child ,
listen closely for my call.
Two angels I have sent
for you and you alone.
Till one day I call
call you to come home.

Cynthia Mulligan 
Copyright ©2008 
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