Merry Christmas To You (Carol sung to the tune of “Happy Birthday To You”)
Carol (each verse is) sung to the tune of “Happy Birthday To You”
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Winter Wonderland updated IP
Oh! let's walk through the park slide on our sledges up and down hills count our blessings All be wearing snow boots and hats with Abc on plus red christmassy coats gloves with pictures
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A Spy 2
He was suicidal again. They had saved him from committing suicide, but now he was again suicidal. He didn't see any point in continuing to live. Who cared about him anyway?
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The joys in her heart shall never be eclipse!
Before he could blink or close fast his eyes Her joyous moment cast the final dyes Prior his christening the naming harangue Her chorus amended the death-knell rang.
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The bad old times
We scared them so much they all went to their creator with a spotless soul.
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The Garden Thieves
I stopped a policeman in the road, And Said I beg your pardon I believe that thieves are stealing leaves And half my mother’s garden. Really the Policeman said, You’d better tell me more,
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Hermit
Angus McNab is a wee hermit crab. Who lives in the Mull of Kintyre. Now that Hermit can shift he’s pretty darn swift, And is known in those parts as the flyer.
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Past Imperfect
(Edit 8/12/2010) "I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide." (Edna St Vincent Millay)
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Oysters
An old man limped to his fishing boat, His fishing cap on his head, A young boy walked beside the man Why do you limp? he said. I’ve always limped was the mans reply,
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What are friends for?
Her hair is soft, the curls spring back as my hand passes over them. The sensation of being so close to her lulls me into a serene contentment but a nervous excitement bubbles beneath.
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