Guest guest Posted October 12, 2007 Report Share Posted October 12, 2007 Little eyes watch from afar. Through the foggy window, of the car. Small fingers pressed against cold glass. Breath..steaming up the view, then wiped away again. Little eyes, curiously watching. A little heart, aching..longing. A kind father, picks his laughing daughter up into the air. A gentle voice brings silent tears, to break my stare. Behind me, the car door slams. One again, the shouting begins. " You can't hit them, Fred! " " ..And how can you talk to your children that way..especially in public? " A threat rings through the night. Little smiles turn to expressions of fright. A belt waves in the air, to serve as a reminder, of who reigns as king over here. No one is to speak, unless spoken to. If you are asked a question, you'd better answer loud enough... or you'll be answering to you know who. No one is to laugh too loudly, and crying..is considered naughty. A little mind wanders, to that pretty scene. The small girl, in father's arms..laughing. I wonder what that is like. I wonder how it feels, not to live in fright. Not to be alarmed during the night, by the sudden snapping.. of a thick, leather belt..coming closer and closer..down the hall. Not to struggle to push the heavy dresser, up against the bedroom door. Not to cry myself to sleep..in hiding..on the closet floor. I wonder what it must be like, to have a father..so loving and sweet. I wonder how it must feel, to be tickled..and carried, and lulled to sleep. It seems like only a fairy tale, to a child is made to weep. Fifteen lashes with a thick belt, until I'm crying so hard, that I can barely breathe. Told that he will drag me out back, and with a riffle to my head.. execute me. A little child, who knows not the beauty and sweetness of life, holds tightly, her crying brothers at night. A loud cackling laughter, rings through the air, as the lights all go out at the circuit breaker switch. " He's going to get us! " The smallest brother gasps. My shirt tightening around my neck, as he clings with a death grip. Steady foot steps..loud, like army boots on a wooden floor. The sound echoes through the walls..low, by the baseboards. Closer and closer it gets. Frightened faces..tightest grips, as he mumbles madly, his angry threats. Closer and closer, as little hearts pound fast. Then the idea hits. A race against time, as hurried hands pull up the window, and push out the screen. One by one, three small children climb down and run, while the rest of the world is asleep. " Where do we go? I'm scared, and it's too dark " A younger brother asks. " Just keep running. Don't stop, and don't look back. " The other answers. Down through the streets we go, in the night. Through dark forests, passed all the streets near home. Away from all that is known..until cramping little sides ache, and legs are to tired to continue to run. Stopping at a construction site, we sleep in a ditch. No pillows to rest our heads. The sand as our blanket..the earth as our bed. Three little children, who are afraid we'll wind up dead..sleep out in the cold and lonesome night, instead. Tears, dried in streams on our now dirty faces. Hungry tummies growl, as we were made to skip dinner. I guess we were bad. I don't remember what it was we did. I just knew I wasn't big enough to try to fight him, so I listened. It's not fair, that we have to hide like this. I don't think this happens to other kids. No one else is having to sleep out here on the dirt. I don't hear other kid's cries ringing out, as they're being hurt. Cold morning air, and a damp ground. No watch to see what time it is, but he must be driving to work by now. Three weary siblings, wander home. Brushing dirt from their clothes and wiping each other's faces, before climbing back through our window..and into our room. Not long, before mother calls us for school. Sad eyes, when she finds us dirty..huddled in one bed, and clinging to each other. Now and then, when I can sleep a peaceful sleep..the image of that kind father, occupies my dreams. I see him smiling at her, as he picks her up in the air. I hear her cute laughter, her head back as he tickles her. I wonder if I was seeing things that day. How can it be so different for me. He makes her laugh, and plays games with her. She runs through the house singing, and he admires her. She's taught to dance, and allowed to play the flute. A kind man, with caring eyes. Never, would he holler threats..or utter lies. So strange..the difference..as if I'm looking at day and night . Maybe her father prayed for her, and he's happy that she came. Maybe mine didn't want me, and I came anyway. That must be the reason he hates me. That must be why he wants to kill me. I never asked to be here, though. I just opened my eyes one day, and I was here. It wasn't always this bad. Maybe one day he just went mad. Each night beside my windowsill, as long as there's no fright..I pray. Please God, let my father go away. Give me to that other one, or take me back..for I know I do not belong. Tears stream down my trembling face.. tightly folding hands, earnestly shake. Staring off into the night. Wishing on every star in the sky. Remembering it now, as if it was just yesterday. Yet by now, more than twenty years have gone by. I think back at the day I cut my wrists to survive..to live anywhere else than that. Made to live sleep on a bed in the middle of the hospital..by the nurses' station, on suicide watch. Taking pills to relieve my 'depression', or that's what they called it. Going to stay in a stranger's house, as a foster child. The nurses wanted to make sure I'd be safe, after they were told of all the police reports back home. It'll be just a little while, they said, just till things calm down. Twelve months later, I was going out of my head. So turned around, with almost no identity left. " This must be a dream. Who am I anymore? " To myself, I often asked. " Do I still have a home? Will I ever go back? " Strangers..cooking sickening meals. " Not my mother's cooking " . I sadly said to myself. " I want to go home. Not my siblings over there..I feel like I'm living in the twilight zone. " Somebody else's kids. Strange rules, and expectations of me. Every night, I cried myself to sleep. Returning home after a year, when they finally separated. Grateful, as I walked through the door. As if in a dream. Not sure if my joy would be snatched out from under my feet. Thinking don't get too attached..you never know, things could change. Almost no food, and no child support. Home sick from school, with panic attacks..from all the change. Looking bare cupboards. Wanting what was in the fridge, but it was all we had for dinner. Kicking myself, for not going to school. I could have had the school lunch. Yet every time I'd leave the house, the panic would return. Watered down milk..to make our cereal stretch. Afraid to move.. scared to go out the door. Still hearing in my head, his angry roar. " Now! " I command my mind. " Those days are over, you've been given a new life. Get out of the past, this is today. You have to make it all fade, there has got to be a way " Don't remember any of it.. you got out, and you're safe now. " A new found freedom..real life, with a job of my own, and a wonderful boyfriend. My mind shifts back to that kind father. He poured out his love to one son and two daughters. Never, did I hear him raise his voice. Never out of anger, did he lift his hand. He offered only a happy going love, and understanding. Something not of this world. Never will I forget the carefree laughter, of that little girl. Her cute smile, as he picked her up in the air. Last year, he became suddenly ill. He went through operations. They gave him radiation, needles..and pills. In his bed, he'd lie. Every body prayed. We all feared he'd die. Hospice nurses, and family.. gave him all he needed. He miraculously snapped out of it. Thankful, every heart was filled with wonder, and joy. Prayers of gratitude went up toward the sky..all day and each night. " Thank you for sparing his life " They'd say. Back in his bed, he wound up one day. Not a soul could explain. In gratitude, he'd offer thanks..for the kind things, his family would do. Smiles and loving words..from his mouth, never ceased. Though he was not getting better, and he couldn't do much more than sleep and eat. A kind man, with good intentions..in his bed he lay. I just received word this morning, that he quietly passed away. Always, he shall be remembered, in that beautiful scene. A gentle natured father, scooping up his happy daughter. More than twenty years have gone by. Since the beginning of that fright, and the day my eyes gazed upon a father so kind. Forever..that image will be stamped into my mind. Angels surely rejoiced at their newest member, but humans heartily cried. The day we learned, that the kind father died. By Tara Jacoby Don't let your dream ride pass you by. Make it a reality with Autos. Don't let your dream ride pass you by. Make it a reality with Autos. Tonight's top picks. What will you watch tonight? Preview the hottest shows on TV. Moody friends. Drama queens. Your life? Nope! - their life, your story. Play Sims Stories at Games. Catch up on fall's hot new shows on TV. Watch previews, get listings, and more! Need a vacation? Get great deals to amazing places on Travel. oneSearch: Finally, mobile search that gives answers, not web links. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 12, 2007 Report Share Posted October 12, 2007 I'm so sorry for your loss Tara, and for what you've been through... what a beautiful and touching poem in his memory... love & light ~Jen~ , tara jacoby <tjmassage7777 wrote: > > > > Little eyes watch from afar. > Through the foggy window, of the car. > Small fingers pressed against cold glass. > Breath..steaming up the view, then wiped away again. > Little eyes, curiously watching. > A little heart, aching..longing. > A kind father, picks his laughing daughter up into the air. > A gentle voice brings silent tears, to break my stare. > Behind me, the car door slams. > One again, the shouting begins. > " You can't hit them, Fred! " > " ..And how can you talk to your children that way..especially in public? " > A threat rings through the night. > Little smiles turn to expressions of fright. > A belt waves in the air, to serve as a reminder, of who reigns as king over here. > No one is to speak, unless spoken to. > If you are asked a question, you'd better answer loud enough... > or you'll be answering to you know who. > No one is to laugh too loudly, and crying..is considered naughty. > A little mind wanders, to that pretty scene. > The small girl, in father's arms..laughing. > I wonder what that is like. > I wonder how it feels, not to live in fright. > Not to be alarmed during the night, by the sudden snapping.. > of a thick, leather belt..coming closer and closer..down the hall. > Not to struggle to push the heavy dresser, up against the bedroom door. > Not to cry myself to sleep..in hiding..on the closet floor. > I wonder what it must be like, to have a father..so loving and sweet. > I wonder how it must feel, to be tickled..and carried, and lulled to sleep. > It seems like only a fairy tale, to a child is made to weep. > Fifteen lashes with a thick belt, until I'm crying so hard, > that I can barely breathe. > Told that he will drag me out back, and with a riffle to my head.. > execute me. > A little child, who knows not the beauty and sweetness of life, holds tightly, her crying brothers at night. > A loud cackling laughter, rings through the air, as the lights all go out > at the circuit breaker switch. > " He's going to get us! " The smallest brother gasps. > My shirt tightening around my neck, as he clings with a death grip. > Steady foot steps..loud, like army boots on a wooden floor. > The sound echoes through the walls..low, by the baseboards. > Closer and closer it gets. > Frightened faces..tightest grips, as he mumbles madly, his angry threats. > Closer and closer, as little hearts pound fast. > Then the idea hits. > A race against time, as hurried hands pull up the window, > and push out the screen. One by one, three small children climb down and run, > while the rest of the world is asleep. > " Where do we go? I'm scared, and it's too dark " A younger brother asks. > " Just keep running. Don't stop, and don't look back. " The other answers. > Down through the streets we go, in the night. > Through dark forests, passed all the streets near home. > Away from all that is known..until cramping little sides ache, > and legs are to tired to continue to run. > Stopping at a construction site, we sleep in a ditch. > No pillows to rest our heads. > The sand as our blanket..the earth as our bed. > Three little children, who are afraid we'll wind up dead..sleep out in the cold and lonesome night, instead. > Tears, dried in streams on our now dirty faces. > Hungry tummies growl, as we were made to skip dinner. > I guess we were bad. > I don't remember what it was we did. > I just knew I wasn't big enough to try to fight him, so I listened. > It's not fair, that we have to hide like this. > I don't think this happens to other kids. > No one else is having to sleep out here on the dirt. > I don't hear other kid's cries ringing out, as they're being hurt. > Cold morning air, and a damp ground. > No watch to see what time it is, but he must be driving to work by now. > Three weary siblings, wander home. > Brushing dirt from their clothes and wiping each other's faces, > before climbing back through our window..and into our room. > Not long, before mother calls us for school. > Sad eyes, when she finds us dirty..huddled in one bed, > and clinging to each other. > Now and then, when I can sleep a peaceful sleep..the image of that kind father, occupies my dreams. > I see him smiling at her, as he picks her up in the air. > I hear her cute laughter, her head back as he tickles her. > I wonder if I was seeing things that day. > How can it be so different for me. > He makes her laugh, and plays games with her. > She runs through the house singing, and he admires her. She's taught to dance, and allowed to play the flute. > A kind man, with caring eyes. > Never, would he holler threats..or utter lies. > > So strange..the difference..as if I'm looking at day and night . > Maybe her father prayed for her, and he's happy that she came. > Maybe mine didn't want me, and I came anyway. > That must be the reason he hates me. > That must be why he wants to kill me. > I never asked to be here, though. > I just opened my eyes one day, and I was here. > It wasn't always this bad. Maybe one day he just went mad. > Each night beside my windowsill, as long as there's no fright..I pray. > Please God, let my father go away. > Give me to that other one, or take me back..for I know I do not belong. > Tears stream down my trembling face.. > tightly folding hands, earnestly shake. > Staring off into the night. > Wishing on every star in the sky. > Remembering it now, as if it was just yesterday. Yet by now, more than twenty years have gone by. > I think back at the day I cut my wrists to survive..to live anywhere else than that. > Made to live sleep on a bed in the middle of the hospital..by the nurses' station, on suicide watch. > Taking pills to relieve my 'depression', or that's what they called it. > Going to stay in a stranger's house, as a foster child. > The nurses wanted to make sure I'd be safe, after they were told of all the police reports back home. > It'll be just a little while, they said, just till things calm down. > Twelve months later, I was going > out of my head. > So turned around, with almost > no identity left. > " This must be a dream. Who am I anymore? " To myself, I often asked. " Do I still have a home? Will I ever go back? " > Strangers..cooking sickening meals. " Not my mother's cooking " . I sadly said to myself. " I want to go home. Not my siblings over there..I feel like I'm living in the twilight zone. " > Somebody else's kids. Strange rules, and expectations of me. Every night, I cried myself to sleep. Returning home after a year, when they finally separated. Grateful, as I walked through the door. As if in a dream. Not sure if my joy would be snatched out from under my feet. Thinking don't get too attached..you never know, things could change. Almost no food, and no child support. Home sick from school, > with panic attacks..from all the change. Looking bare cupboards. > Wanting what was in the fridge, but it was all we had for dinner. > Kicking myself, for not going to school. I could have had the school lunch. Yet every time I'd leave the house, the panic would return. Watered down milk..to make our cereal stretch. Afraid to move.. scared to go out the door. > Still hearing in my head, his angry roar. > " Now! " I command my mind. > " Those days are over, you've been given a new life. Get out of the past, this is today. You have to make it all fade, there has got to be a way " Don't remember any of it.. > you got out, and you're safe now. " > A new found freedom..real life, with a job of my own, and a wonderful boyfriend. > My mind shifts back to that kind father. > He poured out his love to one son and two daughters. Never, did I hear him raise his voice. Never out of anger, did he lift his hand. He offered only a happy going love, and understanding. Something not of this world. Never will I forget the carefree laughter, of that little girl. > Her cute smile, as he picked her up in the air. > Last year, he became suddenly ill. He went through operations. They gave him radiation, needles..and pills. In his bed, he'd lie. > Every body prayed. > We all feared he'd die. > Hospice nurses, and family.. > gave him all he needed. > He miraculously snapped out of it. > Thankful, every heart was filled with wonder, and joy. Prayers of gratitude went up toward the sky..all day and each night. > " Thank you for sparing his life " They'd say. > Back in his bed, he wound up one day. > Not a soul could explain. > In gratitude, he'd offer thanks..for the kind things, his family would do. > Smiles and loving words..from his mouth, never ceased. > Though he was not getting better, and he couldn't do much more than sleep and eat. > A kind man, with good intentions..in his bed he lay. I just received word this morning, that he quietly passed away. > Always, he shall be remembered, in that beautiful scene. A gentle natured father, scooping up his happy daughter. > More than twenty years have gone by. > Since the beginning of that fright, and the day my eyes gazed upon a father so kind. > Forever..that image will be stamped into my mind. Angels surely rejoiced at their newest member, but humans heartily cried. > The day we learned, that the kind father died. > > By Tara Jacoby > > > > > > Don't let your dream ride pass you by. Make it a reality with Autos. > > > > Don't let your dream ride pass you by. Make it a reality with Autos. > > > > Tonight's top picks. What will you watch tonight? Preview the hottest shows on TV. > > > > Moody friends. Drama queens. Your life? Nope! - their life, your story. > Play Sims Stories at Games. > > > > Catch up on fall's hot new shows on TV. Watch previews, get listings, and more! > > > > Need a vacation? Get great deals to amazing places on Travel. > > > > oneSearch: Finally, mobile search that gives answers, not web links. > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 12, 2007 Report Share Posted October 12, 2007 Dearest Jen, Your kind words are so loved during this time. I thought I was so happy, to have the chance to celebrate his journey. Alas, I spend all day long, running into the stockroom at work, to cry my eyes out. Silly human, I think to myself. No matter how much the mind learns about the importance of our crossing over, the stubborn heart refuses its lesson. I will try again tomorrow. For after all, it is another day. " To-mo-rrow..To-,o-rrow..I love ya, to-mo-rrow. You're always a day a-way " (singning) Got to learn my lessons...tomorrow's another day to try. Much love to you..and deepest gratitude, Tara xxoxx Jen <jen wrote: I'm so sorry for your loss Tara, and for what you've been through... what a beautiful and touching poem in his memory... love & light ~Jen~ , tara jacoby <tjmassage7777 wrote: > > > > Little eyes watch from afar. > Through the foggy window, of the car. > Small fingers pressed against cold glass. > Breath..steaming up the view, then wiped away again. > Little eyes, curiously watching. > A little heart, aching..longing. > A kind father, picks his laughing daughter up into the air. > A gentle voice brings silent tears, to break my stare. > Behind me, the car door slams. > One again, the shouting begins. > " You can't hit them, Fred! " > " ..And how can you talk to your children that way..especially in public? " > A threat rings through the night. > Little smiles turn to expressions of fright. > A belt waves in the air, to serve as a reminder, of who reigns as king over here. > No one is to speak, unless spoken to. > If you are asked a question, you'd better answer loud enough... > or you'll be answering to you know who. > No one is to laugh too loudly, and crying..is considered naughty. > A little mind wanders, to that pretty scene. > The small girl, in father's arms..laughing. > I wonder what that is like. > I wonder how it feels, not to live in fright. > Not to be alarmed during the night, by the sudden snapping.. > of a thick, leather belt..coming closer and closer..down the hall. > Not to struggle to push the heavy dresser, up against the bedroom door. > Not to cry myself to sleep..in hiding..on the closet floor. > I wonder what it must be like, to have a father..so loving and sweet. > I wonder how it must feel, to be tickled..and carried, and lulled to sleep. > It seems like only a fairy tale, to a child is made to weep. > Fifteen lashes with a thick belt, until I'm crying so hard, > that I can barely breathe. > Told that he will drag me out back, and with a riffle to my head.. > execute me. > A little child, who knows not the beauty and sweetness of life, holds tightly, her crying brothers at night. > A loud cackling laughter, rings through the air, as the lights all go out > at the circuit breaker switch. > " He's going to get us! " The smallest brother gasps. > My shirt tightening around my neck, as he clings with a death grip. > Steady foot steps..loud, like army boots on a wooden floor. > The sound echoes through the walls..low, by the baseboards. > Closer and closer it gets. > Frightened faces..tightest grips, as he mumbles madly, his angry threats. > Closer and closer, as little hearts pound fast. > Then the idea hits. > A race against time, as hurried hands pull up the window, > and push out the screen. One by one, three small children climb down and run, > while the rest of the world is asleep. > " Where do we go? I'm scared, and it's too dark " A younger brother asks. > " Just keep running. Don't stop, and don't look back. " The other answers. > Down through the streets we go, in the night. > Through dark forests, passed all the streets near home. > Away from all that is known..until cramping little sides ache, > and legs are to tired to continue to run. > Stopping at a construction site, we sleep in a ditch. > No pillows to rest our heads. > The sand as our blanket..the earth as our bed. > Three little children, who are afraid we'll wind up dead..sleep out in the cold and lonesome night, instead. > Tears, dried in streams on our now dirty faces. > Hungry tummies growl, as we were made to skip dinner. > I guess we were bad. > I don't remember what it was we did. > I just knew I wasn't big enough to try to fight him, so I listened. > It's not fair, that we have to hide like this. > I don't think this happens to other kids. > No one else is having to sleep out here on the dirt. > I don't hear other kid's cries ringing out, as they're being hurt. > Cold morning air, and a damp ground. > No watch to see what time it is, but he must be driving to work by now. > Three weary siblings, wander home. > Brushing dirt from their clothes and wiping each other's faces, > before climbing back through our window..and into our room. > Not long, before mother calls us for school. > Sad eyes, when she finds us dirty..huddled in one bed, > and clinging to each other. > Now and then, when I can sleep a peaceful sleep..the image of that kind father, occupies my dreams. > I see him smiling at her, as he picks her up in the air. > I hear her cute laughter, her head back as he tickles her. > I wonder if I was seeing things that day. > How can it be so different for me. > He makes her laugh, and plays games with her. > She runs through the house singing, and he admires her. She's taught to dance, and allowed to play the flute. > A kind man, with caring eyes. > Never, would he holler threats..or utter lies. > > So strange..the difference..as if I'm looking at day and night . > Maybe her father prayed for her, and he's happy that she came. > Maybe mine didn't want me, and I came anyway. > That must be the reason he hates me. > That must be why he wants to kill me. > I never asked to be here, though. > I just opened my eyes one day, and I was here. > It wasn't always this bad. Maybe one day he just went mad. > Each night beside my windowsill, as long as there's no fright..I pray. > Please God, let my father go away. > Give me to that other one, or take me back..for I know I do not belong. > Tears stream down my trembling face.. > tightly folding hands, earnestly shake. > Staring off into the night. > Wishing on every star in the sky. > Remembering it now, as if it was just yesterday. Yet by now, more than twenty years have gone by. > I think back at the day I cut my wrists to survive..to live anywhere else than that. > Made to live sleep on a bed in the middle of the hospital..by the nurses' station, on suicide watch. > Taking pills to relieve my 'depression', or that's what they called it. > Going to stay in a stranger's house, as a foster child. > The nurses wanted to make sure I'd be safe, after they were told of all the police reports back home. > It'll be just a little while, they said, just till things calm down. > Twelve months later, I was going > out of my head. > So turned around, with almost > no identity left. > " This must be a dream. Who am I anymore? " To myself, I often asked. " Do I still have a home? Will I ever go back? " > Strangers..cooking sickening meals. " Not my mother's cooking " . I sadly said to myself. " I want to go home. Not my siblings over there..I feel like I'm living in the twilight zone. " > Somebody else's kids. Strange rules, and expectations of me. Every night, I cried myself to sleep. Returning home after a year, when they finally separated. Grateful, as I walked through the door. As if in a dream. Not sure if my joy would be snatched out from under my feet. Thinking don't get too attached..you never know, things could change. Almost no food, and no child support. Home sick from school, > with panic attacks..from all the change. Looking bare cupboards. > Wanting what was in the fridge, but it was all we had for dinner. > Kicking myself, for not going to school. I could have had the school lunch. Yet every time I'd leave the house, the panic would return. Watered down milk..to make our cereal stretch. Afraid to move.. scared to go out the door. > Still hearing in my head, his angry roar. > " Now! " I command my mind. > " Those days are over, you've been given a new life. Get out of the past, this is today. You have to make it all fade, there has got to be a way " Don't remember any of it.. > you got out, and you're safe now. " > A new found freedom..real life, with a job of my own, and a wonderful boyfriend. > My mind shifts back to that kind father. > He poured out his love to one son and two daughters. Never, did I hear him raise his voice. Never out of anger, did he lift his hand. He offered only a happy going love, and understanding. Something not of this world. Never will I forget the carefree laughter, of that little girl. > Her cute smile, as he picked her up in the air. > Last year, he became suddenly ill. He went through operations. They gave him radiation, needles..and pills. In his bed, he'd lie. > Every body prayed. > We all feared he'd die. > Hospice nurses, and family.. > gave him all he needed. > He miraculously snapped out of it. > Thankful, every heart was filled with wonder, and joy. Prayers of gratitude went up toward the sky..all day and each night. > " Thank you for sparing his life " They'd say. > Back in his bed, he wound up one day. > Not a soul could explain. > In gratitude, he'd offer thanks..for the kind things, his family would do. > Smiles and loving words..from his mouth, never ceased. > Though he was not getting better, and he couldn't do much more than sleep and eat. > A kind man, with good intentions..in his bed he lay. I just received word this morning, that he quietly passed away. > Always, he shall be remembered, in that beautiful scene. A gentle natured father, scooping up his happy daughter. > More than twenty years have gone by. > Since the beginning of that fright, and the day my eyes gazed upon a father so kind. > Forever..that image will be stamped into my mind. Angels surely rejoiced at their newest member, but humans heartily cried. > The day we learned, that the kind father died. > > By Tara Jacoby > > > > > > > > > > > > > Don't let your dream ride pass you by. Make it a reality with Autos. > > > > Don't let your dream ride pass you by. Make it a reality with Autos. > > > > Tonight's top picks. What will you watch tonight? Preview the hottest shows on TV. > > > > Moody friends. Drama queens. Your life? Nope! - their life, your story. > Play Sims Stories at Games. > > > > Catch up on fall's hot new shows on TV. Watch previews, get listings, and more! > > > > Need a vacation? Get great deals to amazing places on Travel. > > > > oneSearch: Finally, mobile search that gives answers, not web links. > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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