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| carbondated2002 new! |
Last Online: 11/6/2007 5:08:08 PM |
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| Location: |
Frostburg, Maryland |
| Zip Code: |
21532 |
| Age: |
43, Capricorn |
| Height: |
6 ft. 3 in. |
| Hair, Eyes: |
Light Brown, Brown |
| Body Type: |
Athletic |
| Ethnicity: |
White |
| Religion: |
Christian/Protestant |
| Politics: |
Didn't Say |
| Education: |
PhD |
| Income: |
$50,000 - $75,000 |
| Job: |
Education |
| Drink: |
Don't Drink |
| Smoke: |
Don't Smoke |
| Status: |
Single |
| Have Kids: |
No |
| Want Kids: |
Didn't Say |
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| Personality |
I wrote this about me, I love the outdoor and enjoy the simple things!
A tale beyond belief:
The evening mist blew across the sea, he realize it was not a mist at all but the touch of a spirit, one of great power
What power, He had no idea but it dragged him along the shore as the Dolphins majestically frolicked in the moonlight
What was this, he had no idea, this knight faced his foe, lashing out at it with all his might, trying to show no fear, no matter how thick his armor, this human with in, realized his imperfections but fought to over come them.
Though some of these battles with self were at times more terrifying then the battle against great odds, a dragon, two heads with fire breathing out of his nostrils (Great Scott!!! ), a Kingdom of Nomes, they fought dirty (and kicked below the belt) or a giant with one eye wheeling a large club with a spike (ouch).
As this knight waged an endless battle against this mystical force, his mind would drift to a far away time, when his father talked of battles and triumphs. Never once, his father so great in many ways, a hero in battle, a scholar, though dreamed of by his son, this gentleman never whisper a thought in the wind, the pride he had for this child.
One day he was gone, his father leaving to a world so far away, never to return, a tear fell as this knight in tattered armor waged a tremendous battle against a force so strong, each thrust of his sword struck like lighting exploding into the sky.
His mind drifted to a time when he battled the written word, numbers on a page, not knowing why he got so angry and yet hurt at the same time. A sword in battle could inflict a wound, but wounds could not compare to those suffered in this place of learning.
Too frail, to battle the words spoken to him, like a sword stabbing his inner soul, this little knight in tattered armor would run till he could run no more, till he fell, though he was lifted off the ground gently by the touch of a mother so warm and passionate, he fought on.
The force, strikes a tremendous blow to the knight, his minds drift back to the battle. He swings his sword with all his might, the ground trembled, as the knight falls to his knees, too exhausted to stand, the spirit is no more. The knight rests, realizing he may have won the battle but now he must win the war.
One day this Knight in Tatter Armor will tell his story, but for now he champions other who fight battles with there heart, spirit and passion against odds so great, there is no room for fear.
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| Personality Type: |
Very Outgoing |
| Want To Find: |
A woman ages 37 to 49 to date |
| I Party: |
Didn't Say |
Interests:
I Like: |
construction, Jeep rubrican desiel, love tools, ocean, teaching |
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monongahela, hardwoodgirl, altheamia, garbarino, sweetlily25, neena17911, flowerchild4evr
Singles/People who have viewed me:
kathleen60, ivet, chrissy88, 24jersey, altheamia, star1000, garbarino
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