The 25 Biggest Living Things on Earth (thoughtco.com)
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Spanish Words That We All Should Know( Expand Your Vocabulary)
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“Taiwanese-Style Tomato and Egg Noodles” By Jessie YuChen
Taiwanese-Style Tomato and Egg Noodles (msn.com)
MwsR Writings
A TIME, by MwsR
There comes a time to care, and a time to disappear.
A time to forgive, and a time to move on.
A time to cherish, and a time to learn from,
A time to accept and a time to reject.
A time to hope and a time to give up.
A time to be last and a time to be first…
A time to talk about, and a time to keep silent.
A time to walk away, and a time to stay.
There is only this one life!

Don’t allow yourself to be discarded.
Don’t allow yourself to be used, or hurt, just because someone forgot your worth.
Don’t allow your heart to be wasted on selfish individuals, spend that energy loving the ones who are there, standing by your side, and will love you.
Give that energy and love to a stranger in need of a person who is down and out, or feeling helpless.
Good News!!!!!!!
Paratroopers Donate Over 1,500 Toys to Needy Children for Christmas
http://www.newsweek.com/
Paratroopers Donate Over 1,500 Toys to Needy Children for Christmas (msn.com)
We all should be doing our part. This story is one of loving kindness and hearts filled with gratitude. Check it out.
MwsR
Scripture-Verse
Poem
Torment In My Brain. By MwsR
Too many times I have let chaos be my norm
Many dreams turned into nightmares and kept me torn.
Peace was hard to have, to expect, or even see.
Why couldn’t I get some for little ole me?
Moments spent pondering and rehashing old dreams,
Felt like I was coming apart at the seams.
Turning and tossing at night just to rest my weary brain,
Sometimes that had left me in so much pain.
It’s almost as if I’d let it all point at me like a gun in my hand,
Aiming for my own heart was almost more than I could stand.
Will it ever end?
The silent miserable attack,
Or will it keep coming for me and pushing me on my back?
Maybe it’s like a curse the one that holds,
I guess you’re thinking, better me than you.
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