For a great Mothers Day story and a new song expressly geared for Mother’s day go to:
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Here are direct links for this intended Mother’s day Wish:
Hi Mom
I am sending this Years Mother’s Day Greeting a day early because I simply just can’t wait anymore… I Love You and that’s why. Plus if things didn’t work out regarding the internet use for this intended delivery, then I needed a chance to correct what ever needed to be corrected. I think though, after plenty of thought about this delivery method, that a successful message delivery format will have been attained…
So let’s see shall we:
Instructions to be followed to the letter please:
1) click you mouse on this link first and read the little story. I call it Postcard Pretty:
http://www.livebluesworld.com/profiles/blogs/brto-all-the-special?xg_source=activity
2) Now that you have read that little story click this next link and go to the music player on the left hand side of the page. and select the first song and push play. Note that the player starts automatically and therefor you may have to push the stop button first since it may start on another unintended song I have within the selection. Just know that the first song is intended just for you and for Mother’s Day.
http://www.livebluesworld.com/profile/lbwshane?xg_source=activity
I hope that the both links operated as intended for you today Mom
I Love You
Shane
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The Actual Poem:
Littlest Sailboat
Poem by: Bernadette O’Brien
Copyright September 1995
There’s a lot of boats out here
San Pedro Harbor, on the peer
Looks like a giant parking lot
Small, medium, large size yachts
On sunny days, cruising along
It’s those darn Sea Gulls, from way beyond
Spotting out scraps, from way off far
Leaving us their business cards
Those friendly giants, in pursuit
Looking so good, in their gray suits
They jump, they dive, they play and hide
Those Dolphins share a lasting smile
Like a pup wagging it’s tail
Proud and lite, she goes and sails
So cute, parked right at the slip
She fits in, just like a stitch
Ever so small, but standing tall
She makes me just so happy
That’s what I call, Postcard Pretty
