My name is Lucie Elizabeth Ann Wesson
I am a 56 year old, Caucasian, widow, and I live in Chicago, IL with my room-mate and my cat Kaitlin.
My favorite authors are: Jean Plaidy, Margaret Campbell Barnes, Norah Lofts, and Maureen Peters. Along with Stephen King and Robin Cook.
I have returned to http://storywrite. com because it is a lot easier to deal with then some creative writing websites that don't know how to run contests.
Skype IM: Karissa.Lowell@skype.
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http://hellopoetry.com/-lucie-elizabeth-ann-wesson/
Put this
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Thank you for this.
Abortion is Wrong!!
Month One
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.
Month Three
You know what Mommy, I'm a girl !! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.
Month Five
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?
Month Six
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy!! HELP me!! No .
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Month Seven
Mommy, I'm not okay. I'm dead, how could you be so mean? Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak. Take this and if you have a heart, place this on your page.
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Hail, Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with you.
Blessed are you among women,
and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners
now and at the hour of our death.
Amen!