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Theres this program called f.lux (www.justgetflux.com) that controls the temperature of your computer screen so that it emits warmer lighting once the sun goes down, theoretically enabling you to get better sleep by stopping the harsh glare from your computer screen from interrupting your circadian rhythmMero, TheSomebody under the bed Whoever can it be? I feel so very nervous I call for Joanee Joanee lights the candle But there's nob.Author: Pete StFarewell To CarlingfordWhen I was young and in my prime and could wander wild and free There was always a longing in my mind to follow the call of the.Author: Tommy MakemUp Falling Rock Hill the wind softly moans and black ants they crawl cross my dear brother's bonesIf you're home before meMe and my friend are crossing side by side Oceans deep and wide to get to where we're going Out there is my way, I know it can.Author: Stef SigfalkLid Of My Granny's BinAs I was climbing into bed At me poor granny's side I looked out the window; The Brits had arrivedIt is exactly what you saidits all about what are you trying to accomplishAnd I laid to rest my beautiful bride out in the heather where the sun burns brightYour article gave me some great tips (& I got up early today!) Monica Hamburgs last blog post.Twas a Good Year, I Remember it Fondly Reply jacs on August 22, 2008 at 8:41 pm The only trick I know is visualizing to yourself before sleep, what time your clock is going to be the moment you open your eyes in the morning

 

For about 10 months, I have been very diligent about the time I work up (usually 5 or 6), and while I will never be a morning person, I felt that I got a ton accomplished and was proud of my achievementsRose from Green Falls they drove to his house and they lay on the lawn Was he stopped in the airport by a man with a cane? We found his car by the roadside later that day Rose smashed his windows till the glass was all gone Polly broke the back door and she screamed down the hall but no answer sounded but wind flying through as we tore up the green lawn and torched all the rooms Did he find a white glove in the pines by the lake? Why would he leave us, why would he leave us this way? ALL THE TIME IN AIRPORTS I see you all the time in airports in the windows of the shuttle trains flashing past between the terminals below the rising planes and as I pull my shoes off put my coins in the plastic tray I see you past the X ray machine just a hundred feet away in the lines of people waiting at the frozen yogurt stand or running down the moving walkway dragging a rolling bag I see you all the time in airports just a hundred feet away I see you flipping through the pages of books by millionaires who found that Jesus Christ could guide them into tripling their sales late at night in airports the cages pulled across the stores and early in the morning when they drive the waxer across the floor I see you sitting on your suitcase I see you sleeping in a chair but each time I get too close you always disappear I see you all the time in airports just A hundred feet away WHITE LIGHTS when you walked with me away from the strip mall bar across the highway to that little graveyard where plastic flowers bloomed in yellow grass we sat on a broken bench listening to the cars pass and right above your head in the branches of a tree there were white lights swaying slowly in the breeze there were white lights, white lights, white lights swaying in a tree I know they were there to stop kids kicking over graves or spray-painting tree trunks with their favorite rock bands name but sitting there with you almost touching your white hand among the broken bottles crushed and faded cans and those white lights, white lights, white lights swaying in the breeze there was mystery singing from everything the strip mall, the highway the boarded-up skating rink they were calling our names in the strip mall parking lot our sweet drunken friends finally noticing wed gone but we just sat there not saying anything almost touching hands your hair flying in the highway breeze like those white lights, white lights, white lights swaying in a tree BOWLING ALLEY BAR Dented cars make me think of you sitting on a red leather stool drinking with your sunglasses on at the bowling alley bar and the sound of the crashing pins behind us when we kissed the night I wrecked my fathers car behind the bowling alley bar Im so sorry Donna sorry about your sunglasses I didnt mean to step on them I didnt mean to laugh when you cried cause it was never a waste of time to drink beer by your side and watch the fallen pins set up right again skinny girls in tight red jeans kicking cigarette machines that old woman all alone dirty dancing by the phones driving circles at 3am throwing rocks at mailboxes you could never see the stars with those plastic sunglasses on but it was never a waste of time to get drunk by your side and watch the fallen pins set up right again AFTER WE SHOT THE GRIZZLY After the airship crashed After we lost the compass After the radio went dead We shot and ate the horses We marched through deadly swamps Inside a limestone cave I found a human skull Yes, Mary, I found a human skull The captain caught a fever we tied him to a tree We stared into the fire And tried not to hear his screams I killed a tiny antelope not scared by my approach we turned it over dying flames ass we huddled in the gloam Yes Mary, we huddled in the gloam We built a raft from skin and bones Only five could safely float the others stood upon the shore they screamed and threw sharp stones Yes Mary, they threw the sharpest stones But how the sea did spin us How the waves did roar The captain jumped into the storm then we were but four one by one we chose our straws till only I remained but Mary you are with me now all around me in the waves Yes Mary, you are in the waves FLAPPING YOUR BROKEN WINGSVinegar HillThe sun was settin' the rocks on fire The fields blisterin' with the heat When the militia came marchin' through our town Kno.Author: Larry KirwanOnce we went up there in December when every water-slide and fudge shop was closedSam HallOh my name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep, chimney sweep Oh my name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep Oh my name it is Sam Hall and I.Author: TraditionalOnly Our Rivers Run FreeWhen apples still grow in November When Blossoms still bloom from each tree When leaves are still green in December It's then.Author: Michael McConnell

 

What comfort does it bring, soaring towers left behind? There's a fiberglass castle in Wisconsin where kids race go-karts around a moatStewartI know this might not sound too impressive for some, but its a drastic improvement for meMy Son TedMissus McGrath lived near the seashore for the space of seven long years or more When she spied a ship coming into the bay: "Th.Author: TraditionalTo activate your account, please confirm your password

 

Im in the change my daily routine stage of my lifeHe'd been digging for clams in the muddy swamp weeds when he heard the salt water whisper to him, "Lie down, lie down in the dark rolling seaInstead of having peaceful morning, I go through a lot of stress and it definitely affects my whole dayBabe I got you bad Dreaming blood-wet dreams only madmen have Baby I got you bad I wish to God I never had And it makes me feel so sad, O, Baby I got you bad Yeah, Babe I got you bad Though bound with.Author: Unknown

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