tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77295172011-08-10T19:46:28.026-04:00I remember a time when no one had to lock their doors; a time when all the people on your block were friends; a time when civility and respect meant something. There is no cause for vulgarity. You are judged by how you treat others, more so than by how you are treated. Peace. Health. Happiness.Sandy R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529791423821393527noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729517.post-1101181904922565322004-11-22T22:45:00.000-05:002004-11-22T22:51:44.923-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Snow softly falling</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Branches covered all in white</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Calm scenes of winter</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">12/20/00</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7729517-110118190492256532?l=bamboopoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sandy R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529791423821393527noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729517.post-1096813067140309372004-10-03T10:13:00.000-04:002004-10-03T10:17:47.140-04:00<div align="center">How dumb can we be</div><div align="center">That we never listen to</div><div align="center">Our own tell-tale heart</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7729517-109681306714030937?l=bamboopoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sandy R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529791423821393527noreply@blogger.com1