Lost Paradise

So here it is yesterday I went to the park. I was having fun playing around with the camera and i took some photos. Hope you enjoy them

I was looking out my window today and this is what i saw

I received all this in a email and i wanted to spread the stupidity

Not only in America.. Its the same everywhere …

Only in America ……do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.

Only in America …….do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke.

Only in America ….do banks leave both doors open and then chain the pens to the counters.

Only in America ……do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage.

Only in America ……do we buy hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight.

Only in America ……do they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering.
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Sorry I haven’t posted in forever. All things aside I was sick for a month and had to visit the hospital five times. I saw on Static’s site that she had a motard picture of the day thing going and I wanted to show you all something I found very beautiful a few days after christmas this last year. I finally got around to getting it off my digital cam so I hope you all enjoy it.

here it is

So I know I haven’t posted anything in quite some time but I decided to do a little poetry post. Here is a poem by William Wordsworth that I thought was very beautiful. Hope you enjoy it.

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.