Aug 23, 2012

knackered and we know why

  if l get my hands on the little cun**the coppers
 were after at 4 this morning, you won`t need a Judge

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Often go to the Bible and Nature for some God time.

I waited patiently for the Lord He inclined and heard my cry He brought me up out of the pit Out of the miry clay How long to sing this song...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"