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Sometimes some of the penguins,. could be more than a little mean,. "your mother's dating a seal". "Your white bits are really unclean". It got to the point where the fighting,.
Wakey Wakey Rise and shine, To the table Double time, Slippers on, Dressing gown, Stairs two at a time.
Then:. My hands are tied. For all I've seen has changed my mind. But still the wars go on as the years go by. With no love of god or human rights. 'Cause all these dreams are swept aside.
Talking Turkeys By Benjamin Zephaniah Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas Cos' turkeys just wanna hav fun Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked An every turkey has a Mum.
in this thousands of years old tale, we see the same archetypal narrative emerge on the stage. the doors and darkened passageways by which the characters appear are all different.
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R eminds me every year O f how quickly time can pass us Y ears quickly disappear A scot your a bastard L ady's day with silly hats A nother year gone like that S illy names for silly horses...
What is with idiots... Asking annoying questions. What is with idiots... And their unhelpful good intentions. What is with idiots... Saying the wrong thing. What is with idiots...
It has recently been estimated that the cleaning industry in the UK is worth around £9bn pounds a year.
I stop and stare and contemplate, Peace and war, Love and hate. Killing, mugging hurting each-other, That's somebody's sister, That's somebody's brother.
Looking around, I'm shocked to see, Inside these cars, Are people like me. Although different, We are the same, So I watch them, They don't have names.
Cursing, Swearing... At an eviction letter. Hoping, Praying... For something better. Worrying, Fretting... Nowhere to live. Owing, Paying... No money To give. Loosing, Everything... Out on the street.
First take a beautiful girl and tell her she is ugly. Then tell her she must lose weight, make her insecure. After this you are ready for a photo-shoot.
G o ahead and talk your shit, but. R emember the lies your spouting. A ll of a sudden you'll lose your grip. S orry will seem like a mountain. S o sit there and throw your stones.
From one person learns all persons. (from one we can judge the rest ) Interesting quote isn't it.. I don't even know where its from but I found it on an obsessive lying disorder forum.
In my life There was a time When you had yours And I had mine Ordinary phones That just made calls Nothing less Nothing more.
It's a sick world I noticed that a lot of people were making parodies of children's songs and nursery rhymes so I decided I would do one of it's a small world.
In response to @Nom. Sorry my mind wanders a bit. Sure people can be glued to their phones, But the people affected aren't kids alone.
For those of you with a tendency to have too much annoying positivity. I wish you'd look at facts and start living you're world in reality.
Let me tell you a story of a place I know well, It's drab and it's filthy and hotter than hell, The paintwork is peeling, the decor is grim, Clientele unfeeling and impossibly dim.
*warnings and whatnot* 'Oranges and lemons!' Yelled a girl in St Clements. 'Hay-roll for half pence!' Yelled a whore in St Margaret's. 'Come jump my stile,' Called a man in St Giles.
Inspired by @Nom. A phone. Oh a phone I see. Placed away in your pocket. Hiding from me. Although you grab it out. And start to text. Make calls and SMS. It's so sad. Sad I say.
Times have changed. For better or worse. Technology advances. But brings a cruel curse. I was sixteen when. I got my first mobile brick. A safety blanket really. To be in contact quick.
When you're feeling down. And you're life begins to stink. Have no fear my friend. Here's a bottle of drink. When you've drunk just half. Your brain decides to thaw. Here ya go my friend.