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Olympics, Olympics, Why leave so soon, I've developed a romance that is constantly in tune. I'm still very excited about the Paralympics too, But it's the thought of you leaving that's making me blue.
A place they used to know A place they used to go This place was filled with woe For reasons they don't know There's a place they used to fear This place was o so near A place they don't wanna...
#household - fireplace Source of heat and light and mirth, One and all should know your worth. The memories made, the comfort felt, When down beside you we have knelt.
That old faithful scent That tells you ...
#household. Just above the fireplace. Upon the mantelpiece. Past Pandora's Box. Underneath the golden fleece. Next to last nights moonbeams. That I keep inside a jar. Beside the box of stardust.
Memories: They're something we look back on, To bring us a smile when we are down. To envisage a person, Much rather than wearing a frown.
#household. One day I'd like a fireplace. To place the only memento I've got. A beautiful Victorian fireplace. Upon it I would sit a clock. A clock given to my grandfather.
I know there's never time,. A television in black and white,. Where the colors run and hide,. Separated not hated,. We live our daily lives,. But in our hearts it resides,. I know there's never time,.
I can't sleep for all the noise. The winds howling. The mountains growling. The swooshing and creaking. I can't sleep because I'm excited. I get to see my two best mates.
On warm late nights under bathroom lights, glancing in a cracked mirror things become less clearer.
A wave of wood and motor oil,. Chippings, nails and rust,. Hay and blades and old, used grease,. Sunshine and sawdust,. Leather, ropes and harnesses,. Sweat and slight, sharp rose,.
Watching out the window, The train drives slowly on, Landscapes always coming, And just as quickly gone.
84 years young you'd have been. And I sit imagining all the things you'd have seen. I remember the last birthday. Where you got your own way. I drove 421 miles. Just to make you smile.
I'm sad to soon be waving bye to my beloved Olympics, I don't know how I'll spend my days; just go back to the basics.
We used to think we were the only two alive. Days filled with laughter, how we would race through the waves. The sun was hotter back then, everyday seemed warm and bright. Much like today.
It seemed in slow motion, She never touched the ground, Memories flooded like an ocean, Through my ears the sound, Many years have passed, Soul sisters we always were, How did it all go so fast, All...
When summer sun was strong and Adams led the dance. A step from comic books to dreams of a fine romance. While Kruegar plagued my nightmares and Pinhead tore soul apart.
Fluffy white puppies with cute button noses, Fuzzy warm sockies to cover my toesies. Delicate robins with snow on their wings, These are a few of my favourite things.
When I was a child,. And you had no home,. I wanted to take you,. So you weren't alone,. I wanted relations,. And knew just one way,. I took a sharp thorn,. As my dark Athame,.
I want to be like Peter Pan, And never grow to be old, I want to fly round where I please, And never be controlled.
-such a sweet song!-. Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew. Cover it with choc'late and a miracle or two. The Candy Man, oh the Candy Man can.
NB: If anyone's entered a post for the household challenge (drawer) and I've not commented on it, I haven't yet seen it!.
Back when I was a little girl, Years and years ago, I used to love Winnie the Pooh, On adventures we would go.
Third book in the Shryingsville series. ~Rich~ I sighed, happy Ian found someone, happy Alyssa found someone.... But what about me.