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So now you want to play the part Of doting boyfriend, protector supreme. Couldn't you have been that guy When I had wanted, when I had dreamed.
He throws down the devil On the board as his dice, Doesn't choose black or red Both will suffice. Using clubs, spades and diamonds To win all the hearts And pile them up In his house of cards.
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Chaps R Good, Chaps R sweet, Chaps R always keen 4 love + meat. Chaps R loyal + oh so true, Chaps will never lie 2 U. 2Dogs.
Are you watching, British Tommies, from somewhere up above. Do you see the tiny village square in the country that you love.
When Brew told his family that he would soon be leaving the meadow they were not happy, to say the least. They were not surprised either.
I'm one of the lads again now yes, I'm one of the lads again. I can paint the town red and choose my own bed I'm one of the lads again.
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A true story of battery hens. It seemed light years from my upbringing in the shadow of London's Dockland, with our arbour less streets and little back yards of concrete and corrugated iron.
A true Shankill woman is she, Timed her death so perfectly. Such a time, a time to be Home for the Twelfth. Put her Union Jack socks on In the funeral home.
When at such occasions, When long-lost cousins come around There always is a protocol When children are abound.
*Thousands pounded the cobbled streets in spite of intense cold to celebrate Anno Terminus Night.Fireworks boomed over the bustling streets of the Market District in the city of Aber.
You look so pale and sad, old friend Since you chose the city life For bonuses and boardrooms And a siliconed trophy wife. Come back to the old Blackwater boy.
There's a hub-bub in the kitchen Filled with raucous reminiscing And I do feel that I'm missing Good fun going on.
Black doesn't suit this happy place. Black draped where red always reigned. Sobriety hangs were laughs did. With a great china doll in a box. No black doesn't suit this happy place.
Where are the doves of the sixties now. What happened to the warriors of the sun. The buds have wilted on the olive bough like poppies thrust into the soldier's gun.
He stood at the edge of the garden and surveyed the sacred land. His worn out boots were deep in weeds, a worn out hoe in his hand.
Ingredients: Packet of Chocolate Chip and Nut Cookies (Biscuits to us English) Medium sized carton of Whipping Cream 1/2 cup of Sherry or an Orange liqueur Small tin of Orange Segments -...
This poem was written by yet another friend, now sadly gone too. I think its worth reading, he was quite a character.........
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Shape up Tommy Atkins And stem the German tide, For your King and for your country For God is on your side.
Another New Venture awaiting the thumbs up :) I hate hospitals. They're full of the sick and dying.
I went down to see old Slipalong Trevascus the other day and told im that I thought me new bird might be the one for me but after looking through her knicker drawer and finding a french maid's...
Last Thursday night 3.00am there was a knocking on the door, I went and opened it and there was a drunk who asked me to give him a push, it was pissing down and freezing cold so I told him to...