Jonathan T. Winthrop was an old hound dog whose bark had long been laid to rest. But he still had some of his wits about him.
Tips to love P K Routray Listen without interrupting, Speak without accusing, Give without sparing, Pray without ceasing, Answer without arguing, Share without pretending,
I can't tell who you are, I can't tell what you think, But we've come pretty far With my heart out on the brink. I can't say I quite trust you, And I know the sentiment's shared.
A small edit. ‘I always feel better both when I’m here and after I’ve been here.’ Country Life magazine. August 8, 2012. Page 43. About Little Bindon Abbey by Tim Longville.
There are seven billion people in the world. Seven billion! And yet, every working day for the past five years, I've sat opposite Benson.
The light dance resonates resilient, To leave an aching longing, wanting. There’s no fragile fresco waiting here, Or hints of a gentle clever toile tease.
The girl is lost, Remembering your smile, Awakens her heart, And opens her bliss. Closing her eyes, Memories fade more, Clawing the stomach. It hurts to laugh,
Just an everyday conversation of the Chime family's-- do try to keep up. It's that pesky closing line you should watch for...
You beat up your girlfriend because you are a brute. I tried to send you to jail but your girl won't prosecute. I'm a preacher but I won't marry the two of you.
Blah, blah, blah, he said I stood still and stared Then came the lies and the flannel And still I stood and stared Transfixed, bemused, overwhelmed, confused Still I stood there and stared
Lies flying Truth dying People too Electrifying Give me back My country lost Play a hymn To what it cost Colors gone And sides were taken Will this end In banner shaken
A thousand days go by, of every one I long to be near your Summer wind and see your dusk moon shine. Emotional waves crash into me and thwart me with their crests, you're so far away now,