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20 April, 2008 at 11:00 am #125935
Wonderful toy, you dark horse you :)
21 April, 2008 at 11:07 am #125936For 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.[-XNegative 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
remember! whatever! a true friend will remain there for you. :D23 April, 2008 at 12:51 pm #125937Tennyson 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…23 April, 2008 at 1:40 pm #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
24 April, 2008 at 2:15 pm #125939Drip 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:
25 April, 2008 at 8:07 am #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
4 May, 2008 at 6:01 pm #125941Sunday 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
4 May, 2008 at 8:27 pm #125942@minim wrote:
Sunday worship
One nil.
:D
………to the ArS/..enal One Nil……..to the ArS/..enal one nil…………….
4 May, 2008 at 9:41 pm #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.
14 May, 2008 at 8:03 pm #125944Don’t make me laugh
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