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Pregnancy, Childbirth, Post-Natal……..

Incredibly difficult times for most fathers anyway.

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Until a mediaperson pointed out the mistake, the mother referred to shannon’s older brother as her ‘twin’ – thinking that’s what you called two children by the same father.

now I know there’s ignorance but that’s just unforgiveable

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good morning all xx

still playing same ol’ same ol’…….??……don’t you ever get bored lol

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@sharongooner wrote:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/page/item/epeng001.shtml?src=ip_potpw

one of the loveliest April Fool’s Day things Ive ever seen! Courtesy of the BBC.

sharon I showed this to me daughter, she has forwarded to her mates……………how long should I let this run to………….March 31st next year ?

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Roast Fish and Cornbread

Lee “Scratch” Perry

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I was off work and they play this prank……………………….
my solicitors have been informed………

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So that Wonka elevator went all the way to heaven, and only young Charlie got to run the magic sweet factory – sorry found salvation I mean.

At best this is an extremely poor metaphor, at worst it makes less sense than wanting time travel in order to prevent an Elvis defecation.

(lol – think I’ll log off and listen to my baby niece babbling instead)

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Hi again nanny.

(and goodbye)
x

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Something has ceased to come along with me.
Something like a person: something very like one.
And there was no nobility in it
Or anything like that.

Something was there like a one-year-
Old house, dumb as stone. While the near buildings
Sang like birds and laughed
Understanding the pact

They were to have with silence. But he
Neither sang nor laughed. He did not bless silence
Like bread, with words.
He did not forsake silence.

But rather, like a house in mourning
Kept the eye turned in to watch the silence while
The other houses like birds
Sang around him.

And the breathing silence neither
Moved nor was still.

I have seen stones: I have seen brick
But this house was made up of neither bricks nor stone
But a house of flesh and blood
With flesh of stone

And bricks for blood. A house
Of stones and blood in breathing silence with the other
Birds singing crazy on its chimneys.
But this was silence,

This was something else, this was
Hearing and speaking though he was a house drawn
Into silence, this was
Something religious in his silence,

Something shining in his quiet,
This was different this was altogether something else:
Though he never spoke, this
Was something to do with death.

And then slowly the eye stopped looking
Inward. The silence rose and became still.

The look turned to the outer place and stopped,
With the birds still shrilling around him.
And as if he could speak

He turned over on his side with this one year
Red as a wound
He turned over as if he could be sorry for this
And out of his eyes two great tears rolled, like stones, and he died.

Jon Silkin

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There is a Smile of Love.
And there is a Smile of Deceit.
And there is a Smile of Smiles
In which these two Smiles meet.

And there is a Frown of Hate,
And there is a Frown of Disdain,
And there is a Frown of Frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain,

For it sticks in the Heart’s deep Core
And it sticks in the deep Back bone;
And no smile that was ever smil’d,
But only one Smile alone,

That betwixt the Cradle and the Grave
It only once Smil’d can be;
But, when it once is Smil’d,
There’s an end to all Misery.

William Blake

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