You're the keeper of my soul,
You're the owner of my heart,
I don't think a day will come,
We'll ever be apart,
And i will always love you like no other
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As long as you don't turn out like your mother.
(Shamelessly nicked but what the heck)
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By *DSRMan
over a year ago
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one of my all time frav nice thingys...
Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened
~ Happiness never decreases by being shared
~ The Buddha |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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This poem is from me to all of you, written not by me but a very dear friend and neighbour. xxx
TWENTY BLESSINGS
adapted from the Celtic by Thomas A Clark
May the best hour of the day be yours.
May luck go with you from hill to sea.
May you stand against the prevailing wind.
May no forest intimidate you.
May you look out from your own eyes.
May near and far attend you.
May you bathe your face in the sun’s rays.
May you have milk, cream, substance.
May your actions be effective.
May your thoughts be affective.
May you will both the wild and the mild.
May you sing the lark from the sky.
May you place yourself in circumstance.
May you be surrounded by goldfinches.
May you pause among alders.
May your desire be infinite.
May what you touch be touched.
May the company be less for your leaving.
May you walk alone beneath the stars.
May your embers still glow in the morning.
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My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire
People carry roses
And make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no succes at all.
The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of match sticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers' nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows rainy
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
love minus zero..bob dylan,and not just because kev says its about me  |
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nothing like me ,, lol
