If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
What happens in heaven?
Will I sit on a cloud?
Is walking or talking
Or jumping allowed?
Will I be on my own
Or with some of my friends?
Does it go on for ever
Or eventually end?
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos' turkeys just wanna hav fun
Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum.
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas,
Don't eat it, keep it alive,
It could be yu mate, an not on your plate
Say, Yo! Turkey I'm on your side.
I got lots of friends who are turkeys
An all of dem fear christmas time,
You're everything I wanted and hoped you would be
You're the very best thing that's ever happened to me
Because of you I know who I am
I know where I'm going
I sure it was meant for me to love you
and just as sure it was meant for you too
My greatest wish is always be together
To find each other all over again
and know this is forever
So thank you for choosing me to share you're life
Old elm that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade
And when dark tempests mimic thunder made -
While darkness came as it would strangle light
With the black tempest of a winter night
That rocked thee like a cradle in thy root -
How did I love to hear the winds upbraid
Thy strength without - while all within was mute.
I had named my verbose parrot Sunny, as he filled my world with sunshine;
For when someone truly touches the heart, you often must give some sign.
I habitually called him 'Sun' for short, and we had become best of friends,
Like the friendship nature cherishes, with all the vibrant beauty she tends.
Sunny and I loved watching old crime movies, the same ones, repeatedly.
Funny Sunny would often get his two cents in, mimicking villains heatedly!
How I enjoyed those bits of hilarity from my bird, who was golden yellow,
Mimi is my fond, constant companion, my nearest and dearest loyal friend,
Mimi makes golden, precious days brighter, like orange sun that never ends.
Mimi has the rare gift for loving, that causes one to respond in like fashion,
For if you knew her, you'd love her too, as jade nature loves to distraction.
On Pear Street, people ofttimes stare, for Mimi's a raving beauty, no doubt;
Like the varicolored blooms of halcyon summer, are admired on any route.
Mimi is definitely the quiet type, someone it is very pleasant to be around,
Summer is hot as fire
not cold at all
Some people say it is the king of seasons
But i alsways say,show me the reasons
Everyone in shock in disbelief
And im just dancing in made up grief.
I wake up up in the morning and look outside my window
The sun glooming and the flowers blooming with joy
I'm ashamed to say I was a grumpy pessimist, as some events soured me,
Just as some cherries stay sour, although lingering long on the cherry tree.
Although grumpy, I was rather happy, and I'd worked hard for what I got,
Like the times you meet, silver moon in dreams, always in the same spot.
Good friends tried to joke away bad moods, as sun is peeking from clouds,
For when someone cares deeply about you, they will do all that love allows.
But, all happiness was tinged with doubts, for life can sometimes be cruel,
Okay! Are you the one I know
or just I think I know
or are you pretending to know
and pretending to be known(by me)
Is it,the connection
when you want it to be
or is it something