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omg!!! sorry vampers havent been around since saturday happy belated birthday love ya lots kid xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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Bellend is more apt :wink:

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Accidental Babies

Well i held you like a lover

Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place

And we ignored our others, happy plans
For that delicate look upon your face

Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done

Do you come
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?

Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place

And we use cushions to cover
Happy glands
In the mild issue of our disgrace

Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space for the light-hearted
In the boom that beats our drum

Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
For we are in love

Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?

What about me?
What about me?

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Pilot you’re not worth W H Auden :roll: You’re not even worth Pam Aryes sweetie

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Happy belated birthday KQ xxxxxxxxxx

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hmm wonder where my siggy went

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Congratulations Buns and Undie
love yvonne xxxxxx

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i seen Helen Reddy at theliverpool empire years ago she played Mrs Johnstone in blood brothers she was brilliant

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Comeclose and sleepnow

it is afterwards
and you talk on tiptoe
happy to be part
of the darkness
lips becoming limp
a prelude to tiredness.
Comeclose and Sleepnow
for in the morning
when a policeman
disgusied as the sun
creeps into the room
and your mother
disguised as birds
calls from the trees
you will put on a dress of guilt
and shoes with broken high ideals
and refusing coffee
run
alltheway
home.

Roger McGough

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NOT WAVING BUT DROWNIN

nobody heard him, the dead man
but still he lay moaning.
i was much further out than you thought
and not waving but drowning.

poor chap, he always loved larking
and now he’s dead
it must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
they said.

oh no no no, it was too cold always
(still the dead one lay moaning)
i was too far out all my life
and not waving but drowning

stevie smith

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