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    Question for Smokers

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    Ewww, was it that old lady cologne stuff??? I think I actually always smelled like stinking AVON too, Sweet Honesty was my favorite. :D

     

    She always bought me Sweet Honesty...... and she bought herself I believe they called it Blue Moon.....

    Question for Smokers

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    I know huh?? And know what else? My parents both smoked, and I have no allergies, no asthma, and I'm not keeling over from second hand smoke. :blink: :D

     

     

    Hummmmmm..... wow..... double wow wow......my parents didnt smoke and I do...... omg.......

     

    my grandmother smoked all the time....... she always smelled like that stinking AVON.......omg

    ~~~Friday morning Hi Jack~~

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    Good Monring pinkcaddi4me I hate those headaches! I hope you are feeling better this morning!

     

    Good Morning Little Bit ( Kittycat) I hope you have a great day! The wind is blowing pretty hard so anchor down girl: LOL

     

    You got that right............I've all ready walked the dog this morning...........I had to hang on.......... :lol:

    *** Wednesday - Whatever Thread ***

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    Good Monring Pcom!!

     

    Say What? I was tripping out for a minute there I like your new name, and I love the picture, I know Jabez will love it to LOL

     

    Southern Scarlett I see your avatar that is good!

     

    Guess who has a Birthday Tomorrow? JABEZ!!!

     

    I go back to work tomorrow also WOO HOO!!!

     

    Good to know your going back to work Lady Raider..............I know your happy.... :D

    Any update

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    wow kittycat -

     

    thank you for posting that --

     

    Your welcome..............I heard a lot about meth problems in Paulding which was around 10 years ago... when I learned about it........ and it's now a big huge problem....... I met a lot of people here and for everyone that I have met can tell me they know parents that are going through this.........We did a benefit for the Meth awareness program in Cartersville.... and if only you could hear the parents talk about their children going through this was just heart tearing.........

    When I hear the stories I knew this poem had to be written by a meth user ......

     

    This is a true happening. A 21 year old female was addicted to crystal meth, overdosed, and lost her life.

    After her death, they were cleaning out her apartment and in her top dresser drawer, found a poem she had written.

    Any update

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    Hummmmmmm Meth :(

     

    Meet Mr. and Mrs. Crystal Meth.

     

    I destroy homes – I tear families apart.

     

    I take your children and that’s just a start.

     

    I’m more valued than diamonds, more precious than gold.

     

    The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.

     

    If you need me, remember, I’m easily found.

     

    I live all around you, in school and in town.

     

    I live with the rich, I live with the poor.

     

    I live just down the street and maybe next door.

     

    I’m made in a lab, but not one like you think.

     

    I can be made under the kitchen sink,

     

    In your child’s closet, and even out in the woods.

     

    If this scares you to death, then it certainly should.

     

    I have many names. But there’s one you’ll know best.

     

    I’m sure you’ve heard of me, my name is Crystal Meth.

     

    My power is awesome, try me, you’ll see.

     

    But if you do, you may never break free.

     

    Just try me once and I might let you go.

     

    But if you try me twice, then I’ll own your soul.

     

    When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie.

     

    You’ll do what you have to do, just to get high.

     

    The crimes you commit for my narcotic charms,

     

    Will be worth the pleasures you feel in my arms.

     

    You’ll lie to your mother; you’ll steal from your dad.

     

    When you see their tears, you must feel sad.

     

    Just forget your morals and how you were raised.

     

    I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways.

     

    I take kids from their parents; I take parents from their kids.

     

    I turn people from God, I separate friends.

     

    I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your pride.

     

    I’ll be with you always, right by your side.

     

    You’ll give up everything, your family, your home.

     

    Your money, your true friend, then you’ll be alone.

     

    I’ll take and take till you have no more to give.

     

    When I finish with you, you’ll be lucky to live.

     

    If you try me, be warned, this is not a game.

     

    If I’m given the chance, I’ll drive you insane.

     

    I’ll ravage your body; I’ll control your mind.

     

    I’ll own you completely; your soul will be mine.

     

    The nightmares I’ll give you when you’re lying in bed,

     

    And the voices you’ll hear from inside your head.

     

    The sweats, the shakes, and the visions from me.

     

    I want you to know these things are gifts from me.

     

    But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart

     

    That you are now mine and we shall not part.

     

    You’ll regret that you tried me (they always do).

     

    But you came to me, not I to you.

     

    You knew this would happen.

     

    Many times you’ve been told.

     

    But you challenged my power,

     

    You chose to be bold.

     

    You could have said no and then walked away.

     

    If you could live that day over now, what would you say?

     

    My power is awesome, as I told you before.

     

    I can take your life and make it so dim and sore.

     

    I’ll be your master and you’ll be my slave.

     

    I’ll even go with you when you go to your grave.

     

    Now that you’ve met me, what will you do?

     

    Will you try me or not? It’s all up to you.

     

    I can show you more misery than words can tell.

     

    Come take my hand, let me lead you to H---.

     

    Written by

    Alicia VanDavis

    ~~~ Humpday Wednesday Hi jack thread~~

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    Good Morning pcom!! I have a killer headache. no coffee or food since yesterday morning, I have to be at Windy Hill for test today: :blink:

    so you better bet a themos of coffee is going with me and as soon as I get in the car I will start my coffee!

     

    yal have a good day!

     

    Morning Lady Raider....hope you get to feeling better soon.

     

    morning p.com......... have a wonderful and blessed day....

    Ghost Hunt 10/7/2006

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    Careful what you wish for Kittycat. This is not a game, it fact it is very scary. Some of those boogers are just mean :ninja:.

     

    How 'bout you and me joing them some time?? Better get ready to be shaking some. BTW how fast can you run???

     

    Hey lady........... I might just hop on your back................I will be like a little back pack..... :D :D

     

    You aint leaving me......... :D :D :D

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