Throughout the echoing chambers of my brain
I hear your words in mournful cadence toll
Like some slow passing-bell which warns the soul
Of sundering darkness.
'Twas a death-bed summons, and forth I went
By the way of the Western Wall, so drear
On that winter night, and sought a gate--
The home, by Fate,
Of one I had long held dear.
i shall miss you dearest.
Jar
Diane
Diane
Get your mind out of the gutter - it's blocking my view
Mind like a steel trap - Rusty and Illegal in 37 states.
Diane
The tears in my eyes stand for th fear of losing a friend. Who you stood by you till the end.
The tears in my eyes is the fear of trying to let you go. But it is so hard to do. When you love that person through and through.
The tears in my eyes are for saying "Goodbye". So here goes my tears as I say
"Goodbye"
The tears in my eyes is the fear of trying to let you go. But it is so hard to do. When you love that person through and through.
The tears in my eyes are for saying "Goodbye". So here goes my tears as I say
"Goodbye"
Get your mind out of the gutter - it's blocking my view
Mind like a steel trap - Rusty and Illegal in 37 states.
Diane
i have emailed her twice. i will let you know.
Diane
Wolverine wrote: Throughout the echoing chambers of my brain
I hear your words in mournful cadence toll
Like some slow passing-bell which warns the soul
Of sundering darkness.
'Twas a death-bed summons, and forth I went
By the way of the Western Wall, so drear
On that winter night, and sought a gate--
The home, by Fate,
Of one I had long held dear.
i shall miss you dearest.
Jar
If that does'nt change her mind nothing will, you sweet thing. :-4
I hear your words in mournful cadence toll
Like some slow passing-bell which warns the soul
Of sundering darkness.
'Twas a death-bed summons, and forth I went
By the way of the Western Wall, so drear
On that winter night, and sought a gate--
The home, by Fate,
Of one I had long held dear.
i shall miss you dearest.
Jar
If that does'nt change her mind nothing will, you sweet thing. :-4
Diane
There's a whole crap-load of people here who could leave and I wouldn't lose a wink of sleep. Floppy ain't one of them. I'd sure like to know what the F*CK is going on around here. Friends deserve explanations as to why they are being deserted. Yes, I will shamelessly use the guilt factor if that's what it takes.
[FONT=Arial Black]I hope you cherish this sweet way of life, and I hope you know that it comes with a price.
~Darrel Worley~
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Bullet's trial was a farce. Can I get an AMEN?????
We won't be punished for our sins, but BY them.
~Darrel Worley~
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Bullet's trial was a farce. Can I get an AMEN?????
We won't be punished for our sins, but BY them.