The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
They both stood admiring the Christmas lights Staring lovingly into the evening sky. He was wearing rather fetching woollen tights And she was beginning to wonder the reason why.
He put on his false white beard And tried to slip on some massive black boots. She has guessed and it was what she had feared He did have some strange whacky persuits.
Meanwhile she had slipped into a little costume She had decided to dress like her friend Frilly Mary She had found a feather boa in her bedroom And she fancied herself as a Fairy.
€œGood grief, look at her, she has a wand†He had become quite hot. He dipped his foot in the pond And considered his position and what he'd got
€œNow why would she want to be dressed like that†She has more lights on her wings than the tree. He knew he could definitely smell a rat €œAnd I can sniff, oh yes, that is me. â€
She tiptoed over and guessed straight away €œYou are Santa Claus are you not†€œCome on, where have you parked the sleigh†Now he had gone a funny shade of hot.
€œI could easily ask you about your attire†He mounted his high horse. It was like adding oil to a fire And let nature run it's course.
They had a bit of a set to And they both thought they could hear ringing. They were bells and quite a few And they could hear children singing.
They both realised the magic day had come Christmas carols and everywhere was lit up. €œcare to join me in the fun†She did and to that he raised his sherry cup.
It was in this place, found in the southern sky, That he was born between two bright stars, Spica and Antares. Libra's scales of justice would be his destiny. Articulate, creativity and truthfulness was his badge of integrity.
A southpaw that had hands of strength and determination. An astronomical heart that pounded out an undying love for his family. Your family is remembering you this Father's Day, and for those to come. And this evening, as we face the southern sky, we'll signal you with our flash lights...
A clear sky Birds fly Baby cry Wonder why Handsone guy Oh! My Smiling away Makes me shy Blushing away I tipped over Met a post And rolled over A Day dreamer Was I Beamed eyes Searched the guy No luck Lost my wallet No bucks Walked home In his thoughts All alone
Went out the other day With a most beautiful woman She was perfect in ever way When she smiled the room lit up When she danced All I could do was sway We had a good time that day So i walked her home
Then Then it turns out She was gay!
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Author: Paul Hardwick
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Date: 06/04/2020
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One Day
On a perfect summer day When the sky above is blue, The sea of the same hue, When time isn't running out, I'll think of you.
One day, A long way off from now, When time has bleached All but the happy memories Of our time together, When posing for a picture, To bring that Mona Lisa smile To my lips, Right at the last second Before the click, I will let myself think of you.
