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but then tragedy struck
the fat lady sang
IntoA Rather fetching quiff
but terrified the zebra
and drop there marbles
1. Which painting makes you go WOW when you look at it? Or your favourite artist? ooh tough one, i may change this but ive always loved Claude Monets Water Lilies.Off subject but ive always wanted to go to the musuems were da vinci s notebooks r kept
2. A piece of music, classical or modern, which makes emotions well up in your heart, maybe a tear or 2? Andrew Lloyd Webbers all i ask of you, yesterday the beatles or Sinead o conners nothing compares to you yikes just cant pick 1
3. A classic piece of literature you just cannot put down, maybe reread 100 times?
read Mary Shellys Frankenstein loads of times or Mark Twain huckelberry Finn, although ive only read that once4. What inspires you most, art, literature or music? literature
the F2ers are the very refined and cultured ill have u know lol, now lets see ur answers xxx
Do not bully each other. If you disagree, disagree and leave it at that. have loads of fun life is short and be adventourus
and the fairies danced
where the stars twinkled
One of my best friends is a lovely lady called Maddie. she has a lovely son called Thomas she hasnt had her son with her for the last cple of xmas’s because he is a serving soldier she is so terribly brave not letting him see how afraid she is for him she just carries on, i know today our thoughts should b with our servicemen n woman and i know im straying slightly off topic but i would like to dedicate this poem i found to my friend and to all those who are missing a loved one.
LOVE PACKAGES
As I open the door and step inside,
I glance up, and see her smile wide.
She knows who I am and why I am there,
And whose name is on the package I bear.
For I’ve been there many times before –
To that postal counter at the back of the store.The transaction is simple, just normal routine,
As I place the box on her weighing machine.
She checks the scale and stamps my form;
I pay, say goodbye, and go back out the door.
My thoughts drift to him, I try to be strong,
As I get in my car, and head back home.For the package I sent, just like the others,
Is full of love – to a son from his mother.
He is a grown man, of that there is no doubt;
But a mother’s love just never runs out.
My prayers and these packages are all I can send
So I will pour myself into both til the end.Until he is home with his family once more,
I will go to that counter at the back of the store.
And send love packages to my soldier faraway
In hopes that they somehow brighten his day.May the Lord watch over you and protect you, my son!
I love you!
