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@Captain Charisma wrote:

we missed u 2 :D
who da fluck r u anyway :-k

quote from bambi ………….. if ya cant say nuffin nice dont say nuffin at all xx

hugssssssssssss xxxxx

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@Captain Charisma wrote:

cos u talk shyte :D

an a nice gentle caring hug fer u too………. pml

xxxx

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@The Observer wrote:

Cinderella Rockerfella

Esther and Abi Ofarim

ello obs where u been lol……….. now thats another one i got in my record collection lol see other thread lol

hugsssssssssss xxxx

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@sweetasbaileez wrote:

@tetleys wrote:

nowt rong wiv gettin drunk n postin init am downin 4 bttles of wyte lytening rite now itz well kool

that would be why i cant understand wtf ur typing !!?? :P :P :shock:

bless him sweet……… nowt rong wiv gettin drunk n postin (NOTHING WRONG WITH GETING DRUNK AND POSTING) init am downin 4 bttles of wyte lytening rite now itz well kool (I AM AT THIS POINT IN TIME IN THE PROCESS OF CONSUMING 4 BOTTLES OF WHITE LIGHTENING, *AND IT APPEARS HIS WINE IS WELL CHILLED SO ONE WOULD ASSUME ITHAS COME STRAIGHT OUT OF ONES FRIDGE*) [/quote]
that would be why i cant understand wtf ur typing !!?? :P :P :shock:[/quot

Now baileez do you have a better understanding of this message? :roll: :roll: :roll: :wink: :wink: :wink: :wink: :lol:

hugssssssssssss xxxxxx

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@rainbowbrite wrote:

@squeezy wrote:

@cath 55 wrote:

lubs ya too magoo ……. :roll: :roll: :wink: :wink: :wink: :wink: (an before anyone says it lol yes i do probably ave splinters in me bum from sittin on the fences pmsl)
hugsssssssss xxxx

come sit by me……..I’ll make some room :wink: :lol:

Room for a small one? 8)

Oh i believe in it alright, i just have to tell myself i have the guts to go and make it happen! :lol:

room fer an ickle un rainbow xx

hugsssssssssssss xxxxxxxxx

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beach boys ……….. god only knows………

hugssssssssss xxxxxx

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@becky wrote:

It is yeah :lol: And squeezy awwwwwww its funny though :lol:

RAINY omg you terrible girl knowing him :shock: im shocked at you :lol:

please tell me lol takes me a long time to work stuff out these days girls :? :? :? :wink:

hugssssssss xxxxx

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@squeezy wrote:

@cath 55 wrote:

i’m no bodys child, no bodys child, just like a flower i’m growin wild, no mummys kisses and no daddys smile, no body wants me i’m nobodys child’

ohhh…my mum used to sing that when I was little (not to me of course lol) :lol:

I always thought it was so sad.

Another one she used to sing…Streets of London, I can’t remember the words to it though.

Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
And held loosely at his side
Yesterday’s paper telling yesterday’s news

So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She’s no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

Chorus

In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea last an hour
Then he wanders home alone

Chorus

And have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman’s mission
Memory fading with
The medal ribbons that he wears.
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn’t care

Chorus

hugsssssssssss squeezy xxx

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@tadpole wrote:

OMG!!!!! Loved that too…………No body wants me ….im nobodies child……wasnt it because he was blind? He used to watch the other children go from the orphanage but never him…….

Oh do you remember the song ‘No charge’?
Now that makes me cry too.
Now our little boy came up to his mom
In the kitchen this evenin’ while she was fixin’ supper
And he handed her a piece of paper he’d been writin’ on
And after wipin’ her hands on her apron
She read it, and this is what it said.

For mowin’ the lawn, five dollars
For makin’ my own bed this week, one dollar
And for goin’ to the store, fifty cents
An’ playin’ with little brother while you went shoppin’, twenty-five cents.

Takin’ out the trash, one dollar
Gettin’ a good report card, five dollars
And for rakin’ the yard, two dollars
Total owed, fourteen seventy-five.

Well, as mom looked at him standin’ there expectantly
And I could see the mem’ries flashing through her mind
And so she picked up the pen, and turnin’ the paper over
This is what she wrote.

For the nine months I carried you growin’ inside me, no charge
For the nights I’ve sat up with you
Doctored you, and prayed for you, no charge
For the time and the tears
That you’ve cost through the years, there’s no charge
And when you add it all up
The full cost of my love is no charge.

For the nights filled with dread
And all the worries ahead, no charge
For advice and the knowledge
And the cost of your college, no charge
For the toys, food and clothes and even for wipin’ your nose
There’s no charge, son
And when you add it all up
The full cost of my love is, no charge.

Well, when he finished readin’
He had great big old tears in his eyes
And he looked up at her standing there and said
Mama, I sure do love you
Then he took the pen,
And in great big letters
He wrote PAID IN FULL.

Lord knows when you add it all up
The cost of real love is, no charge…

and ‘Deck of cards’
During the North African campaign, a bunch of soldier boys had
been on a long hike and they arrived in a little town called Casino. The
next morning being Sunday, several of the boys went to Church. A sergeant
commanded the boys in Church and after the Chaplain had read the prayer,
the text was taken up next. Those of the boys who had a prayer book took
them out, but this one boy had only a deck of cards, and so he spread
them out. The Sergeant saw the cards and said, “Soldier, put away those
cards.” After the services was over, the soldier was taken prisoner and
brought before the Provost Marshall.

The Marshall said, “Sergeant, why have you brought this man
here?” “For playing cards in church, Sir.” “And what have you to say for
yourself, son?” “Much, Sir,” replied the soldier. The Marshall said, “I
hope so, for if not I shall punish you more than any man was ever
punished.” The soldier said, “Sir, I have been on the march for about six
days. I have neither a Bible nor a prayer book, but I hope to satisfy
you, Sir, with the purity of my intentions.” And with that, the boy
started his story:

“You see Sir, when I look at the Ace, it reminds me that there
is but one God. And the Deuce reminds me that the Bible is divided into
two parts, the Old and the New Testaments. When I see the Trey, I think
of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. And when I see the Four, I
think of the four Evangelists who preached the Gospel; there was Matthew,
Mark, Luke and John. And when I see the Five, it reminds me of the five
wise virgins who trimmed their lamps; there were ten of them: five were
wise and were saved, five were foolish and were shut out. When I see the
Six, it reminds me that in six days, God made this great heaven and
earth. When I see the Seven, it reminds me that on the seventh day, God
rested from His great work. And when I see the Eight, I think of the
eight righteous persons God saved when He destroyed this earth; there was
Noah, his wife, their sons and their wives. And when I see the Nine, I
think of the lepers our Savior cleansed, and nine out of the ten didn’t
even thank Him. When I see the Ten, I think of the Ten Commandments God
handed down to Moses on a table of stone. When I see the King, it
reminds me that there is but one King of Heaven, God Almighty. And when I
see the Queen, I think of the Blessed Virgin Mary, who is Queen of
Heaven. And the Jack or Knave is the Devil. When I count the number
of spots on a deck of cards, I find 365, the number of days in a year.
There are 52 cards, the number of weeks in a year. There are 4 suits, the
number of weeks in a month. There are 12 picture cards, the number of
months in a year. There are 13 tricks, the number of weeks in a quarter.
So you see, Sir, my pack of cards serves me as a Bible, an Almanac and a
Prayer Book.”

“And friends, the story is true. I know, I was that soldier.”

pmsl tad yes…….sniffle sniffle……the record that really does it to me is wind beneath my wings bet midler……..ever watched the film beaches? well the minute that song starts thats me gone pmsl…….

big hugsssssssssssss xxxx god me eyes r all blotchy lol not a good look ……be my feckin luck fer mr right n wonderful to come to the door now grrrrrrrrrrrrr pmsl………sorry becks off thread just an ickle bit sweetie :oops: :oops:

big hugsssssssssss xxxxxxxx pmsl

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