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Thump thump bang bang

Slam slam thud thud

There goes another dud

Not really not in my eyes

However to no surprise it is the bind that ties

Days go by into weeks then a year or even two sometimes three lo and behold four even

Then what appears melts our hearts and can bring tears.

I cant pretend to say something you wont. I cant play a single note. They are there in my head though just so that you know now off you go and get ready for the show.

Dress in red or that birthday suit.

Dont worry your head your ripe as fruit.

Roll with it any way you can fire in ya belly and watch more telly.


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Silent noon


Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, - 
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: 
Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms 
'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass. 
All round our nest, far as the eye can pass, 
Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge 
Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge. 
'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly 
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: - 
So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above. 
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, 
This close-companioned inarticulate hour 
When twofold silence was the song of love. 


Christina Georgina Rossetti

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Retrospect  by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle


There is a better thing, dear heart,
Than youthful flush or girlish grace.
There is the faith that never fails,
The courage in the danger place,
The duty seen, and duty done,
The heart that yearns for all in need,
The lady soul which could not stoop
To selfish thought or lowly deed.
All that we ever dreamed, dear wife,
Seems drab and common by the truth,
The sweet sad mellow things of life
Are more than golden dreams of youth. 

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Hope by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle


Faith may break on reason,
Faith may prove a treason
to that highest gift
that is granted by Thy grace;
but hope! Ah, let us cherish
some spark that may not perish,
some tiny spark to cheer us,
as we wander t
hrough the waste!

A little lamp beside us,
a little lamp to guide us,
where the path is rocky;
where the road is steep;
that when the light falls dimmer,
still some God-sent glimmer
may hold us steadfast ever,
to the track that we should keep.

Hope for the trending of it,
hope for the ending of it,
hope for all around us,
that it ripens in the sun.
Hope for what is waning,
hope for what is gaining,
hope for what is waiting
when the long day is done.

Hope that He, the nameless
may still be best and blameless,
nor ever end His highest
with the earthworm and the slime.
Hope that o'er the border
there lies a land of order,
with higher law to reconcile
the lower laws of time.

Hope that every vexed life
finds within the next life
something that may recompense
something that may cheer.
And that perchance the lowest one
is truly but the slowest one,
quickened by the sorrow
which is waiting for him here. 

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