Why is it we always fall for our best friends? Is it because we know we can trust them? Is it because we know them so well? Is it because of the way they know exactly what's going on in our heads? Or is it because they are there any day, anytime, anywhere without the promise of kisses, intimate touches or whispered sentiments of love? I think we love them because they are there when there is nothing in it for them except for that little glimmer of hope that maybe… Continue

Friends. A simple word isn't it? It's uttered everyday to almost every person imaginable. Who are your friends? I used to think that friends were the people that you could laugh and talk to. Now I know that friends aren't that, they're the people that touch your hearts. You could spend hours with them doing nothing at all and it can be the best time of your life, just because it was with them. They're the people you can share your secrets with, cry with, laugh with, and just have fun…

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Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you… Continue

Who's that Kiki ????

I remember the story: John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting… Continue

There is no place where a loving touch so completely compensates for an unskilled hand as in:
a. the bedroom
b. the nursery
c. the garden
d. all of the above.
I guess, when you get down to it, a loving touch compensates for an unskilled hand about everywhere except in an airplane cockpit.

Why have you taken my clothes away?

Cant I go out at all today?

The Sun is shining, the Birds are singing,

At the Church nearby the bells are ringing.

So why must I stay at home?

When there is all the World to roam.

I only need my pants and vest,

perhaps a shirt to cover my chest.

Then I can go jogging with the boys,

And share the other Children's joys.

It's no fun lying in bed,

Waiting for the Doctor to shake his head.

Please give me my…

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MUSIC

It's the finest music in the land.

Sung by a choir, that's not very grand.

The one you can hear singing top note,

Is a Black and White Billy or Mountain Goat.

No one reads music, that's not of much use.

Conducting is usually done by the Goose.

The Chickens and Ducks Keep well in Tune,

Our Farm Dog howls by the light of the moon.

The Cows you know start off with a moo,

That's the signal for the Owls too-whit…

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MY FRONT ROOM.

There's been a battle in my front room.

The shovel fought against the broom.

You should have heard my old arm chair.

It said, 'Go on Lads, I don't care.'

A picture of Lord Kitchener upon the wall,

'Let out a hearty rallying call,'

Your country needs you, That's the stuff.

The Aspidistra said, 'She'd had enough.'

The Sofa cried with piercing shriek.

'You are making my old springs squeak.

It's bad…

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