Topic: Grannits...OUTLAWS PARIDISE - part 3 | |
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sleep is over rated
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You're not weak J, you're SLEEPY.... as well you should be
and from the videos I've seen Grannit, she looks like me at her age... I wish I had been as strong at her age.....but I found other strengths... so I have no doubt she'll not only be physically strong, but mentally a brick house as well.... |
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yes she is
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<---bows deeply, and exits dramatically, stage right....
**curses are heard from off stage** <--runs across the stage opps...my bed's on stage left |
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do you need some help there Jodi????????
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well Grannit my friend, I'm ready to sleep as well
Hope you have a better night, and get some rest. I'll come in more often, youve made me feel much more comfortable. (((((((grannithands)))))))))) g'night sweet man |
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hello everyone
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hi John...
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and hello to everyone else too
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(((((nessa)))))
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your daily kisses |
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In front of a newborn moon pushing up its glistening dome
I kiss these departing companions - take the next step alone I just said goodnight to the closest thing i have to home Oh - and the night grows sharp and hollow As a junkie's craving vein And I don't feel your touch, again. To be held in the heart of a friend is to be a king But the magic of a lover's touch is what makes my spirit sing When you're caught up in this longing all the beauties of the earth don't mean a thing Oh - and the night grows clear and empty As a lake of acid rain And I don't feel your touch, again. The last light of day crept away like a drunkard after gin A hint of chanted prayer now whispers from the fresh night wind To this shattered heart and soul held together by habit and skin And this half-gnawed bone of apprehension Buried in my brain As I don't feel your touch, again. {Don't feel your touch again "} an amazingly beautiful song by mr. bruce cockburn pronounced Coburn |
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Hey all(((HUGS)))
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hey Laura...
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nice song nessa
(((laura))) |
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Oh, thanks John,
I love the song but, I was just going to change it though... the lyrics are pretty powerful... His guitar work is excellent though.... |
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I love this one so much
by Jethro Tull... Song from the wood Let me bring you songs from the wood: To make you feel much better than you could know. Dust you down from tip to toe. Show you how the garden grows. Hold you steady as you go. Join the chorus if you can: Itll make of you an honest man. Let me bring you love from the field: Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain. To heal the wound and still the pain That threatens again and again As you drag down every lovers lane. Lifes long celebrations here. Ill toast you all in penny cheer. Let me bring you all things refined: Galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale. Greetings well met fellow, hail! I am the wind to fill your sail. I am the cross to take your nail: A singer of these ageless times. With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes. Songs from the wood make you feel much better. |
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your the **** babygirl
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