My son sleeps upon my shoulder Deep in dreams of distant ages Recalling in some race memory The echoing call of eons past Inside this slumber all of history resides
Those eyes speak to me Of life lived Of battles won and lost You seem sad Thinking on yesterday Some thing in your manner is drawn Ebbing Ebbing away , but I also see strength
Kerry Katona, only way is essex , made in chealsea jordy shore and other pointless drival produced by cocaine snorting brain dead hacks= talentless has beens or never wheres, who never have any remark
When I lived in London, mum and dad came to visit. We went see the film “24/7 “when we left the theater I was upset at the ending where Bob Hoskins character dies.
