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Can you lay your life down, so a stranger can live?
Can you take what you need, but take less than you give?
Could you close every day, without the glory and fame?
Could you hold your head high, when no one knows your name?
That’s how legends are made, at least that’s what they say.

We say goodbye, but never let go.
We live, we die, cause you can’t save every soul.
Gotta take every chance to, show that you’re the kinda man who;
Will never look back, never look down,
and never let go.

Can you lose everything, you ever had planned?
Can you sit down again, and play another hand?
Could you risk everything, for the chance of being alone?
Under pressure find the grace, or would you come undone?
That’s how legends are made, at least that’s what they say?

We say goodbye, but never let go.
We live, we die, cause you can’t save every soul.
Gotta take every chance to, show that you’re the kinda man who;
Will never look back, never look down,
and never let go.

…::Never let go, Never let go, Never let go::…

Gotta take every chance to, show that you’re the kinda man who;
Will never look back, never look down,
and never let go.

We say goodbye, but never let go.
We live, we die, ‘but you can’t save every soul.
Gotta take every chance to, show that you’re the kinda man who;
Will never look back, never look down,
and never let go.

Will never look back, never look down,
and never let go

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i found this poem on tinnys facebook, it made me smile it was something he wrote himself

If I die tonight in my sleep
My soul is Satans, his to keep
And laying there in me bed,
I know I’ll die a Metalhead

With a firm m/ in the crowd
Play that metal, play it loud
Content in slumber, caring not
Dreams of Iron Maiden and Slipknot

Ill die with questions
But only two I’ll ask
Can I rock this joint
Can I kick some ass

[cath 55]

@tinks wrote:

So……….how much of your tax would you like to go towards paying Mark Bridger’s prison keep now he’s been found guilty of April’s murder ?

Me personally, i’d rather see him hang…….now I wouldn’t mind paying for that.

I like a lot of people find any crime against a child abhorrent. i beleive that if anyone is guilty of child abuse it should be one strike and your’e out forever. the european court dont help saying that no matter what anyones done they should have ‘hope’ of getting out of prison. to my mind, what of the family’s hope? i know and i can categorically say without any shadow of a doubt should anyone have taken one of my girls lives or hurt them then i would do everything within my power to make them pay.

I dont beleive anyone has the right to hurt/injure/kill anyone least of all kids and anyone who looks at child porn is as bad as those who doing unthinkable things to the children being photgraphed.

of course i could go on , emotion taking over rationality or compassion but as far as im concerned no one who takes a child and does whate ver to them ending their short lives should be shown any compassion. i beleive that abused children do not always turn out to be abusers as parents , although sadly some do.

think thats nuff now but he should be locked up and the key thrown away !!

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cooooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee lol xxxxxxxxx

[cath 55]

Paul im sorry to hear your sad news, thinking of you all xxx

[cath 55]

just because theres always someone worse off than you, it doesnt make your feelings any less real ……..

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@tinks wrote:

see the regs are still here…………..still reading, it’s just there’s so little to add to
:(

we are indeedy!! O:)

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*waves to annette* xx :lol: 8)

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I still cant get my head around the fact ‘my Pammie’ has gone, but for her? she suffered so much pain, and I just hope she is at peace now. good night god bless xxxxxxxx

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@esmeralda wrote:

In honour of tonight’s full Harvest Moon..lighting up the fields and casting her magic upon the earth..

The Harvest Moon

The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon,
Till it takes off, and sinks upward
To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon.
The harvest moon has come,
Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon.
And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.

So people can’t sleep,
So they go out where elms and oak trees keep
A kneeling vigil, in a religious hush.
The harvest moon has come!

And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep
Stare up at her petrified, while she swells
Filling heaven, as if red hot, and sailing
Closer and closer like the end of the world.

Till the gold fields of stiff wheat
Cry `We are ripe, reap us!’ and the rivers
Sweat from the melting hills.

Ted Hughes

UNDER THE HARVEST MOON

UNDER the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.

Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.

Carl Sandburg

The Harvest Moon

It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes
And roofs of villages, on woodland crests
And their aerial neighborhoods of nests
Deserted, on the curtained window-panes
Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes
And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests!
Gone are the birds that were our summer guests,
With the last sheaves return the laboring wains!
All things are symbols: the external shows
Of Nature have their image in the mind,
As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves;
The song-birds leave us at the summer’s close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

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