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Females and Males
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Introduction:
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE RELEASE No. 20080819-04 Aug. 19, 2008
MND-C Soldier killed in attack (Amarah) Multi-National Division – Center
BAGHDAD – A Multi-National Division – Center Soldier was killed as a result of a rocket attack on a forward operating base near Amarah Aug. 19.
The Soldier’s name is being withheld pending notification of next of kin and release by the Department of Defense.
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FOR QUERIES, CONTACT THE MULTI-NATIONAL DIVISION – CENTER PUBLIC AFFAIRS OFFICE AT: MND-CENTER_PAO@IRAQ.CENTCOM.MILThis e-mail address is being protected from spam bots, you need JavaScript enabled to view it OR BY PHONE AT DSN 318-822-7482 OR COMMERCIAL 912-767-4114.
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Turn ons:
Sexy Butts, nice eyes, abs, you get the picture lol oh and chivalry.Nothing Like a nice hind end in a pair of nice jeans. |
Turn offs:
Fakes and Liars |
Ideal:
Tell ya when I find One | |
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Activities:
The Bitch Can Ride
by TheIronhorseWriter™
Queen of the hop, belle of the ball, all the above or none at all. She'll fringe your leather, chap your hide. But make no mistake, the bitch can ride.
Tequila's her poison, no salt, no lime, While others pass out, she's reachin' her prime. Her badge of honor, her source of pride, when brothers admit, the bitch can ride.
She has her daddy's wanderin' way, has her momma's soul, But when she's backed against the wall, the girl can rock n roll. And if she takes you for your word, then finds out that you lied, Best you stay off of the road, you know the bitch can ride.
Likes to wear her leather tight, as if it had been sprayed. Ain't no use in judging 'cause her dues have long been paid. Righteous is the lady, who will never be denied. Pound for pound, toe to toe, it's known the bitch can ride.
Those who try to 'make a move' find themselves frustrated. She quickly makes it known to 'those,' I'm unaffiliated. Leaves 'em all with egos, that want to run and hide. Man or scoot, heels or boots, damn, the bitch can ride.
She has her daddy's wanderin' way, has her momma's soul, But when she's backed against the wall, the girl can rock n roll. And if she takes you for your word, then finds out that you lied, Best you stay off of the road, you know the bitch can ride.
'If you can read this', is what's said, on the backs of many bros. Always seems to draw a laugh, because she damn well knows. Ever willing to shed some light, she'll pull up right along side. 'To one and all, I don't fall, 'cause THIS BITCH CAN RIDE!"
© Copyright 2000/2002 Laurence P. Scerri (TheIronhorseWriter™)
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Interests:
Im interested in everything pretty much, you can always learn from everything around you some type of lesson as it applies to you and your life.
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Favorite Music:
From my jukebox on my page i guess ya can tell I have a very wide variety of music genres.
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Favorite TV Shows:
CSI, Law and Order, Discovery, Medium, Paranormal, not much else on thats good.
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Favorite Movies:
Ghost, The Story of Us, Alvin and the Chipmunks, Tyler Perrys Stuff freakin hilarious, Pure Country, Against All Odds, Beaches, For The Boys, Blackhawk Down, Apocalypse Now, Phantom of the Opera, Cats,
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Favorite Books:
UNTIL YOU, Laurel K Hamilton books, Sherrilyn Kenyon, and so many more authors I really enjoy.
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Favorite Quotes:
I am ... A woman With a full heart, hidden Somewhere in an empty room ... With eyes not quite of autumn's gold, and yet Neither all of summer's green; I wonder ... If love is a tale made for children -- A granting of sweet dreams in their innocence -- A honey-coating to help their throats Choke down the bitter draught ... I hear ... A voice that whispers warnings, half-formed, Bodiless as hope, until I swear I cannot draw Another breath unless this spectre be unmasked, His lies mangled ‘neath my righteous tread; I see ... A woman, proud, uncompromising, Diaphanous as air -- less, even, than the tears That fall in desolation about her weary feet, Salt poison pooled upon the withered ground ... I want ... A measure of quietude, a certain silence, The echo of alone which heals me of dreaming, The nothing that stills the wanting, The numb, the cold that laughs at pain; I am A woman, hidden ...
I pretend ... That I can live forever -- that Time Has no puissance but that which I afford Him -- And so, I can wait, I can be happy tomorrow, Sleep is for the dead; but its ghosts haunt my waking ... I feel ... Too much -- too deeply to be directionless, Too real for imagining, and yet the familiar eyes Hold nothing of recognition -- only my reflection -- A meeting of shadows in sunlit glass; I touch ... The downy wings of hope, in wonder, In reverence, in need, in hunger; Alas, it burns my fingers as a flame, A sacrilege, self-defined ... I worry ... That I am alone; that in my longing I have forsaken all -- but oh, what reward, What smile divine should light the path to freedom -- And how can I but heed the siren's call? I cry ... For having too much, for fear of bursting, And then, when by the pouring of my soul I lie, a vessel emptied, I cry again For what was had, and lost; I am A woman, empty ...
I understand That life is what you make it, That sometimes, the coat of many colors That marks your triumphs brightly, blends only To loneliest of grey ... I say That we are made by life, shaped, Broken, perhaps -- unmade and voided -- But always, the core of us remains, waiting With only faith, with trust, to be reborn; I dream Of bluest waters, reaching With unnatural hands toward the faded sky, Of dolphins that wander in seas without limits, Carrying me water-breathing past corals and clouds ... I try ... To lead by example, knowing That merely the telling holds no power; A gift of giving is merely a day, while A gift of knowing spans forever; I hope ... That my darkness holds you gently, That pain is halved by sharing, that feeling Wields nothing past the words it summons, Except that it touch you with only healing ... I am A woman, only.
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About Me:
I am a warm, caring, compassionate, nonjudgemental and open minded person. I enjoy meeting new people because you can never ever have too many friends. A long time ago I learned that of all my friends, my biker buddies were the best, most loyal, most caring and most big hearted people in the world. The live life they dont just exist like so many in the world today. Thats what I am about, living life to the fullest and bringing a smile to someone elses life each and every day. Hugs Me
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