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(via deviantArt)

Say you are a bird
Bare your mind and body free
There are no limits
Be open to your imagination and your visions
There are no limits
Bare your mind and body free
Say you are a bird


By the way, and certainly related, I recommend to anyone watch The Notebook again.

Still 'open' to The NaiSaiKu Challenge http://naisaiku.blogspot.com/
Cheers
By Janet Jarrell

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  1. Hi Janet, my imagination is working overtime on this one!

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  2. Good evening Janet! I'd try this challenge, but I'm not sure I've really understood it, plus I have lots of trouble counting syllables in English!!! :s

    I came to ask for your comment support in the following post http://diariosdefilosofia.blogspot.com/2009/06/venus-marte-e-terra-venus-mars-and.html - there is this friend of mine who started quite a silly discussion around it, and I wanted you to read it and please leave your opinion there, if you have time. you'll see his comment and my reply. Thanks in advance my dearest!

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  3. I just might have to give this a shot. Hmmm..

    I love "THE NOTEBOOK"

    Talk soon, girlie!

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  4. Hey, wanted to invite you to stop by for my giveaway. It is open to residents of Canada. It's for a diaper cake, so adorable.

    I also have "Tribute Tuesday" that has a Mr. Linky. It is to pay tribute to charities and things of that nature.

    www.lageansgoodies.blogspot.com

    I have a health blog, too. I take requests:
    www.visionsoflagean.blogspot.com

    Hope to talk to you soon!

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  5. A great uplifting Naisaiku and picture.

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