About me: Well lets see my name is Marie E. Manigo (Lewis) I was born here in Muhlenberg County. But the roads of life have taken me many places, some good and some bad.
Who I'd like to meet: I would like to find a guy that would be true to himself and to me. I want someone that will go the extra mile just to make me feel loved on days when I need alittle extra. I want someone that will hold me and whisper in my ear that I complete him as much as he completes me. I want to find someone to share the little things in life as well as the big things.
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ok. i will defintely tell her to write. Glad to hear everyone is doin ok on that end too. life is so much better now. im glad things are the way they are. u can msg or whatever anytime.
thats good that u remember me. Mom said hi back. she is doing so much better now. finally have a good life. she wanted to write u but didnt know what u would think. me and mondo are doing ok. he is getting so tall. How are the kids?
(Summertime Dream) 6:28 1x1.gif (807 Byte) The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty. That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early.
The ship was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and good captain well seasoned Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland And later that night when the ship's bell rang Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound And a wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too, T'was the witch of November come stealin'. The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the Gales of November came slashin'. When afternoon came it was freezin' rain In the face of a hurricane west wind.
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'. Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya. At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said Fellas, it's been good t'know ya The captain wired in he had water comin' in And the good ship and crew was in peril. And later that night when his lights went outta sight Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does any one know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours? The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her. They might have split up or they might have capsized; May have broke deep and took water. And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings In the rooms of her ice-wa
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