THANKS SIR ED
As you would have said yourself : we all have to go sometime, someway. But thanks Ed for a life that has inspired without rant and cant. Thanks.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
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Both wine and bread at confirmation were fake and this small site might just attract others that experienced the same. Critical voices? Those that participate? Who knows. For those that find sympathy with a walk on the wild sides of life, mountains, rivers or forests but do not pretend to escape. Other bits and pieces the news and also odds and sods that cry out "leave it off mate". Justly a lark and maybe the lark. But the lark will often land on the cactus.
7 comments:
Definitely one of the Nice Guys.
and.welcome back,ZoZoBear !xx
An exciting week has been missed
By the way : knew his sister. Her kitchen was, in the 1960s, upper levels.
The bedroom was at ground floor level.
Lord Hunt?
Well I cannot comment more but I have seen the military-complex at work.
Thank gods that "Sir Ed" remained, in most ways, apart from all that.
Now that should get balls rolling.
In your typical biased way you forgot to mention the climbing of Mount Everest as a publicity stunt to help the new Queen get a big hat.
Zola, you are the great pretender!
Sing Danny Boy, broken nose.
http://tinyurl.com/2tny66
You-Tube - The Platters.
Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender
Pretending that I'm doing well
My need is such I pretend too much
I'm lonely but no one can tell
Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender
Adrift in a world of my own
I've played the game but to my real shame
You've left me to grieve all alone
Too real is this feeling of make-believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal
Yes I'm the great pretender
Just laughin' and gay like a clown
I seem to be what I'm not, you see
I'm wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you're still around
Too real is this feeling of make-believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal
Yes I'm the great pretender
Just laughin' and gay like a clown
I seem to be what I'm not, you see
I'm wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you're still around
Lay Lady Lay
By the way Merky : how did YOU know that I have a broken nose?
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