[AngelBabe]

@lucylocket wrote:

lots of good points on this thread………, I would NEVER meet anyone off line again except my flurry, and certainly wont be giving out my number to anyone else,

just sayin :D

lol No point in asking for ure number now then :D

[AngelBabe]

@lucylocket wrote:

hahahhaa at some of flurrys crackers……….

Here’s mine

F surrey: A knight in shinning armour & a lesi snog frm me
Lucy Locket : A magic wand to make my Cheryl want me
AngelBabe: A magic spell to make her want a lesi liaison with me
Jaq : Captain of forum2 hat
Tom Twit : A 5 min look at mine & flurrys pm’s
Mellow : A door size poster of flurry
Sarah_ A how not to block lucy on ms n handbook
Desmondy : Best fella in forum2 hat (even wen hes narky)
Pasty : I cant put it, he wud sulk and id prob get banned off the boards
Archi : Parental control on his laptop
Stapler : A dont be so effin miserable handbook
Blossom : A chat name that suits her better
Jenna : A bang on the head to wake her up
Melody: A nice man that sees how nice she is
Read: A new Donna( blow up doll)
Aussie sassy: A one way ticket to masky
Cherriepie A life time block on Archi
Stefan: A nice woman
Daisydot f: Some pink shoes and a pink collar for Mia
Kenty: A lesi snog with me
Kat frm f3: A gob stopper
Delilah: A purple dont be so serious handbook & a smurf bookmark

lol Lucy ya can wish i guess :P

[AngelBabe]

[AngelBabe]

your true friends wont ask for or need explinations they will except how much or how little you tell them about urself and ure life and those that dont arnt worth bothering with

[AngelBabe]

I can seduce you , ill make you my slave
Ive sent men stronger than you to thier graves
Do you think that you posess better taste
Than end up addicted to poppy seed waste
You may start with a smoke one afternoon
But you could! be taking me in your arms very soon
And when ive entered deep in your vein
Your life will never quite be the same
Money youll need loads, or so ive been told
Cos darling i can be as expensive as gold
Youll swindle your family, without any fear
And let your self starve if it gets you your gear
When you meet in the mirror the monster youve grown
Youll secretly promise to leave me alone
So you now think you have the magical knack
Sweetie, try getting me off your back
Vomiting ,cramps, your guts in a knot
Your trembling nerves scream please just one more shot
Hot sweats cold chills the withdrawal pains
Youll feel will only stop ,by taking those grains
Like theres no other way ,theres no need to look
For deep down inside youll feel that your hooked
Youd give up your morals your conscience your heart
And you can be mine until death do us part

Not everyone who takes drugs
becomes an addict.

its about choices and i respect that

and maybe making them legal would prevent some deaths granted
but not all.
So i thought id share a poem with you all

Hope this makes just one person think!!

The young junkie, stealing to get her next fix
Living for drugs, for a time she’ll be high
Not once ever thinking, what may be?
“Who cares, if I live or die?”
The father on benefits, can’t feed his kids
Thinking of things that he needs but can’t buy
You say “get some help” you’re kidding!
“Social wont help us they’ll pry
A woman who’s too scared to go out alone
She seems so frightened, so shy
What has happened, to make her this way?
She’s just been raped that’s why
A man who is struggling on his own
An alcoholic who’s trying to get by
Everywhere there’s temptation that we don’t see
It’s a constant battle to stay dry
The women down the road with 2.4 kids
Who you don’t know, is living lie
Suffering day and night at the hands
Of this seemingly respectable guy
Now when I see people in situations
That ive never been in, I now try
To remember this one simple sentence
There but, for the grace of god go I

just 2 quick poems that related in some way to this topic

[AngelBabe]

Why Are they selling poppies, mother, selling poppies in town today?
The poppies, are flowers of love for the men who marched away.
But why have they chosen a poppy, mother. Why not a beautiful rose?
… Because, my child, men fought and died in the fields where poppies grow.

But why are the poppies so red, mother. Why are poppies so red?
Red is the color of blood my child. The blood that our soldiers shed.
The heart of the poppy is black mother. Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is a symbol of grief for the men who never came back.

But, why mother dear are you crying so? Your tears are like winter rain.
My tears are fears for you, my child. For the world is forgetting again

[AngelBabe]

For all those who paid the price for the freedom that some of us enjoy, and others dream of.
Each one a hero in someone eyes,
Lest we ever forget

If I die in a battle zone, box me up and fly me home. put my medals on my chest, and tell my mum I did my best. tell my love not to cry, because I’m a soldier born to die. Respect to all the soldiers,
if it wasn’t for them, most of us wouldn’t be here today ♥♥♥♥

Thanks Grandad
Thanks Uncle
and thanks to the boys in Basra who came home the quiet way

[AngelBabe]

@lucylocket wrote:

@angelbabe wrote:

im going to my daughters parade and church service

Im impressed Miss angelb :wink:

impresed with what?

[AngelBabe]

im going to my daughters parade and church service

[AngelBabe]

freedom isint free
i watched the flag pass by 1 day
it fluttered in the breeze
a young soldier saluted it and then
he stood at ease
i looked at him in uniform
so young so tall so proud
with hair cut square and eyes alert
hed stand out in any crowd
i thoughthow many men like him
had fallen through the years
how many died on foreign soil
how many mothers tears
how many pilots shot down
how many foxholes were soldiers graves
no freedom isint free
i heard the taps one night
when everything was still
i listened to the bugler play
and felt a sudden chill
i wondered just how many times
the taps had meant amen
when the flag had drapped a coffin of a brother or a friend
i thought of all the children
of the mothers and the wifes
or fathers sons and husbands
with interupted lives
i thought about a graveyard at the
bottom of the sea
of unmarked graves in arlington
no freedom isnt free

for all the people who gave there lifes try to make peace in what ever war they were fighting in

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