Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Fools gold is a little too old*

Fools gold is a little too old*

You see the pot of gold on the rainbows other side
It is one hell of a sight to see and want to grab it but what a ride
So if you keep your mitts to your own without greed
God will show you a part of your life that is in your own need
Keep on striving for the life that treats you the best
And you will never be at worry with your mind as to be at ease and rest


Dom*Colucci 2009
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4 comments:

  1. island of peaceDecember 31, 2009 at 11:50 PM

    dearest soulbro,
    this is fabulous. but people who chose god as their guide stop looking for gold, this side or that side. :)
    with lots of love.

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 1, 2010 at 6:28 AM

    Golden Lotus of God's Love...you stand absolutely correct and true....God gave you a heart of gold and that is all that matters especially you my Love..She loves you dearly and I can tell...enjoy my Love(+)
    soulbro* :)

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  3. island of peaceJanuary 4, 2010 at 6:27 AM

    dearest soulbro,
    she loves all her children, only some of us never realize it, fortunately i do and i count on it a lot.
    with lots of love.

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  4. AnonymousJanuary 4, 2010 at 7:22 PM

    Golden Lotus of God's Love..as you stand correctly again as I do as well..enjoy my Love(+)
    soulbro* :)

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