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Cute Avi ... I know who this is, but I am NOT going to tell.
My children are forcing me to do this. LoL. I like to talk and write A LOT ... !!! I have tons of friends and people like me. I like handsome men. I like to SHOP til I DROP. This is another reason why people said I would like GAIA.
I have hosted two Japanese exchange students in my home.
I am a stay at home Roman Catholic mother who is orthodox and PRO-LIFE & PRO-GAY. I love children. If I could do it over again, I would have had ten or more.
I don't think homosexuality is the "only" sin, in case you are wondering ....
If reincarnation were real ... I do not believe in it ... I'd like to come back as an Exorcist via the Profession of Holy Roman Catholic Priesthood.
Art, above and below by my favorite GAY AVATAR: Aimai na Kankei
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Above is a protrait of my daughter the stork lost. LOL Doesn't she look just like me?
Above is art of my ancestor, Queen St. Margaret of Scotland. Pray for us good Queen and Heavenly Saint!
Our Lady of Sorrows pray for us, now, and in the hour of our death.
At the cross her station keeping
stood the mournful Mother weeping,
close to Jesus to the last.
Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
all His bitter anguish bearing
now at lenght the sword had passed.
Oh, how sad and sore distressed
was that Mother highly blessed,
of the sole-begotten One!
Christ above in torment hangs,
she beneath beholds the pangs
of her dying, glorious Son.
Is there one who would not weep,
'whelmed in miseries so deep,
Christ's dear Mother to behold?
Can the human heart refrain
from partaking in her pain,
in that Mother's pain untold?
Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,
she beheld her tender Child
All with scourges rent.
For the sins of His own nation,
saw Him hang in desolation,
Till His spirit forth He sent.
O sweet Mother! fount of love!
Touch my spirit from above,
make my heart with thine accord.
Make me feel as thou hast felt;
make my soul to glow and melt
with the love of Christ, my Lord.
Holy Mother! pierce me through,
in my heart each wound renew
of my Savior crucified.
Let me share with thee His pain,
who for all our sins was slain,
who for me in torments died.
Let me mingle tears with thee,
mourning Him who mourned for me,
all the days that I may live.
By the Cross with thee to stay,
there with thee to weep and pray,
is all I ask of thee to give.
Virgin of all virgins blest!,
Listen to my fond request:
let me share thy grief divine;
Let me, to my latest breath,
in my body bear the death
of that dying Son of thine.
Wounded with His every wound,
steep my soul till it hath swooned,
in His very Blood away;
Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
lest in flames I burn and die,
in His awful Judgment Day.
Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
by Thy Mother my defense,
by Thy Cross my victory;
While my body here decays,
may my soul Thy goodness praise,
safe in paradise with Thee. Amen.
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