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There's a woman in my life. I'd just like to say. She means everything to me. In her very own way. She cooks and she cleans. Without having a rest. This woman in my life. Is simply the best.
In every corner in my sight, I see the dust clinging tight. Inside the books, and the window sill, The dust just sits; Quiet and still.
Elizabeth and John are a love-struck couple who have been together since infants school.But these childhood sweethearts may be driven apart...
Immediately. .... To flick open the paper at the sports pages and update himself on the latest in the cricketing world. Mary-Jane had too grown up in a typically English nest.
I can feel it all around, Only on Sunday can it be found. Lazy television and Sunday roast, The only day of while these can boast. We've got the family all here, All the men drinking beer.
-NATE- "I'm going shopping for baby clothes with mother and Mrs V today, is that alright?" "Of course baby" I said, hugging Tiffany.
You wake in the morning. Feeling all nice. Feeding your pets. The cat and the mice. Kids to get dressed. Breakfast to make. You just want a breather. A chance for a break. Making pack lunches.
#household paint If I put paint on my lips Would you notice me. If I picked a bright colour Would you finally see. If that colour was red Would it tempt you near.
Exhaustion eventually took its hold on her and she fell asleep. It was welcome.
Seeing her husband, despite the night before was a welcome relief. She didn't have the energy for a confrontation. He brought the latest cough syrup for her, hoping it would ease her discomfort.
#Household Hmm... Dust, I bet you have a most interesting story to tell. About the place where you came from and about where you fell. A strange poem I'm writing about i'm sure you'll see.
#household. You said you'd leave your heart. In a place where I could find. The only little piece. That you would leave behind. I never saw it coming. It was you who'd played away.
Well fancy that, My little cat, Now sat upon my lap. She bit my nose, Then kicked my toes, But mewed as an apology for that. Her eyes of jade, Paws of white, And yet her true colour evades me.
Smoke alarms in my house. Why oh why do you go off. Nothings burning. My mom ain't cooking. Theres no reason for you to beep. Your piercing noise hurts my ears. Your screeching sound drives me nuts.
Mum had her hair scraped back in a high pony tail, and had her apron tied around her waist and had a smudge of flour on her cheek.
Don't know whether to carry this on... I shuffle around, unable to see through the crowd of people in the station. The train pulls in, gliding gracefully to a halt.
My little white secondhand washing machine, I wonder what horrors and stains you have seen. Did your previous owners appreciate you. Or did you turn their precious whites to blue.
A All my love for you I hold B Baby, keep me warm when I am cold C Close and snuggly under the covers D Don’t it feel like we are Lovers. E Each and every single day F Fornicate without delay.
I got home to see my dad sprawled out on the couch in our much-too-small living room, watching rugby, as usual.
PLEASE read. My friend wrote this and I will be posting these every so often for her. Thanks :) ________________________ Chapter 1 Today was really cold.
Let me tell you about Fathers Day. Just 'trimmed' the garden, my back will pay. Then we're off to buy some lights. So we can see the state of it by night. After that we'll see my dad.
Lying beside me is my man Fast asleep, I'll wake him in a min that's the plan How shall I do it.
Sunday, 23 January 2011IM SUPPOSED TO BE PAINTING A COW So much is the conpulsion to talk a load of crap again to erm no one, i am actually sat here covered in poo as i type, why i chose today to...
They say a way to a mans heart is through the stomach, unfortunately for hubby, it was my blonde hair and big boobs that convinced him to marry me definitely not my culinary skills.