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  • #125935

    Wonderful toy, you dark horse you :)

    #125936

    For a friend they know who they are :)

    True and Good Friends

    Are the ones with who you have laughter and fun :lol:
    They are the ones that tell the truth about your big bum :?
    They enrich your life giving and recieving in equal amounts O:)
    They also are also the ones who when you slip up hold you to account.[-X

    Negative or Positive whatever colour your aura surrounds =; :-
    They want to see the greens and reds and purples and browns :mrgreen:
    And when you are feeling a tad blue :cry:
    remember! whatever! a true friend will remain there for you. :D

    #125937

    Tennyson was a liar
    it is not ‘better to have
    loved and lost
    than never to have loved
    at all’
    For the greatest sorrow
    is that which is
    known…

    #125938

    @cymorill wrote:

    Tennyson was a liar
    it is not ‘better to have
    loved and lost
    than never to have loved
    at all’
    For the greatest sorrow
    is that which is
    known…

    i agree better to not know love than to lose it

    #125939

    Drip drip, the tap in my head leaks,
    numerous thoughts that just wont cease.
    If only it was a case of changing the washer
    or tightening up a loose screw.

    Like any unattended leaky tap
    it affects my sleep to the point
    where night has replaced day,
    and my windows to the soul
    resemble bin liners.

    Each drip grows louder than the last
    reverberating in my skull.
    So much so that i find myself
    singing “i’m going slightly mad”

    Should i call a number, a
    24 hour psycological plumber,
    or should i attempt a DIY
    repair and risk a massive flood?

    :roll:

    #125940

    @cymorill wrote:

    Drip drip, the tap in my head leaks,
    numerous thoughts that just wont cease.
    If only it was a case of changing the washer
    or tightening up a loose screw.

    Like any unattended leaky tap
    it affects my sleep to the point
    where night has replaced day,
    and my windows to the soul
    resemble bin liners.

    Each drip grows louder than the last
    reverberating in my skull.
    So much so that i find myself
    singing “i’m going slightly mad”

    Should i call a number, a
    24 hour psycological plumber,
    or should i attempt a DIY
    repair and risk a massive flood?

    :roll:

    thank you cymorill, always like your stuff

    #125941

    Sunday worship

    The rain falls
    On hair slick and smooth.
    Limbs
    Defined by the dampness
    And mud spattered.
    Breath, fast and uneven
    Hawk fast
    Thrusting,
    Moving with skill
    Tense with effort
    Bursting with restrained energy.
    One last push, through parted legs
    … and its in!
    The stadium erupts to roars of pleasure,
    One nil.

    :D

    #125942

    @minim wrote:

    Sunday worship

    One nil.

    :D

    ………to the ArS/..enal One Nil……..to the ArS/..enal one nil…………….

    #125943

    @toybulldog wrote:

    @minim wrote:

    Sunday worship

    One nil.

    :D

    ………to the ArS/..enal One Nil……..to the ArS/..enal one nil…………….

    I said that out loud earlier… after the match and reading this! :lol:

    My mate texted me, she met charlie george today outside a pub in highbury, her old man was in his element.

    I was extremely jealous cos they could have took me.

    #125944

    Don’t make me laugh

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