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It's #sundayrepost time, So get your oldies out. Early work shouldn't be ignored, That's not what we're about. Back catalogue going to waste. Share one once again. A proud piece lonely in history.
#sundayrepost. I might not be your Cinderella. But you ain't my Prince Charming. You act like a hot shot fella. But your arms ain't that warming. I might not be your Snow White.
Where has opuss gone . It's seems to have gone far from . Lets start writing again . Not having opuss would be a pain . Lets start liking commenting and following . OPUSS SHALL NEVER BE LAME .
There are lots of hormones in my house. My husband creeps round like a mouse, While Tom and I romp and stomp and stamp and shout We scream and growl, grimace and frown Whoever you are ... Watch...
I like marmalade I like jam I like A plate o eggs And ham Mince is smashing Stoves are rare Haggis and broth Are hamily fare By Eilidh.
It's not the razors, can't you see. It being alive that's killing me..
A man walks into a pub and orders a pint. As he's sipping away at it, he takes in the interior, for it's his first visit. Where the toilets are, do they do food, the donkey... The donkey.
@sjw @smally @platypus @chocolateCookie THANKYOU you guys for liking and commenting on my work I hope someday you will follow me.
Well, what a week for Flynn and Betty. Lets hope they sort themselves out. Good work everyone, I think we all had a good laugh at their limerick expense. Now, lets get serious again, or maybe not.
I already know that I'm awesome. I addressed this in a previous blog lol. But guys I didn't realize how strong my magical powers are. (I have powers because of my extreme awesomeness).
You must think I'm crazy. Everyone is in the spring. Superficial weirdness. Is that even a thing. My head keeps on churning. So I guess I'm thinking fast.
And eleven seagulls flew, One for every day I knew You would think of me, and do The things we said we'd do At 7am each morning.
Ben, I'm still praying for you. I have this huge spot for you in my heart and I don't know why.
Paint on my shirt. Don't care. Paint in my hair. Doesn't matter. Paint on the floor. It's another canvas. Paint on my face. I know. Can't find my oil paintbrushes, I'll use my acrylics.
You can trust me You can tell me your secret But behind this listening face I am smirking. You'll tell me anything, as you think I'm your best friend. But the minute you'll leave, I'll tell everyone.
I know I'm not a genius, But I know I'm smart. I know I'm a bit odd, I'm not too bad at art. I'm not good at much, But I'm good for something.
Hello again, and today is Saturday, February 23, 2013. I do not condone any Schadenfreude. If you don't know what it means it is taking pleasure in others' misfortune.
Fire, fire, fire In your eyes, in your heart, Burning in your soul, With nowhere to go but Higher, higher, higher Up into the sky, pheonix-like Desires ascending, soaring, flying Brighter,...
Nothing. I have nothing to say. Absolutely nothing.
A tree to me. Is a tall standing favor. I have yet to know. What that means exactly. A tree. Green leaves. That savor the sun. Strong roots. That go deep underground. Thick branches.
When will I tell you. Now Say it now No, I just.. Yes. Go for it. Have nothing to fear But what if.. Forget the what ifs. Just say it I bet he feels the same way. Okay.. Well.. I like you.
Please don't make me want you. Please don't break my heart. Please don't say you love me. As we kiss under the stars. Please don't stack the deck. So that my hand you will win.
Time and space, A confusing course. Change of face, Meaningless discourse. Old time and fling, Twisted tongue, awkward stares. Show off your bling, Must you even compare.
They are sleeping. Sleeping under the snow. Snow like a blanket. Keeps them in the deep sleep. We waddle around them. Or more like, the gravestones. "15 years...". But that won't make me.