Girl, (dum dum dum dum), you'll be a woman soon...Please, come take my hand.
Hand over that dough outlaw! Or I'll blow you to kingdom come!
"Come to the edge-we might fall-come to the edge-it's too high!
COME TO THE EDGE-and they came, and he pushed, and they flew" is a poem written by Christopher Logue, an English poet born in l926 and as yet still living.
Living is living when the nerve endings are thrilled. I'd sooner cross the grand canyon blindfolded on a tightrope than fly across in a helicopter.
Helicopter approaches closer than any other vehicle, the fulfillment of mankind's ancient dreams of the flying horse and the magic carpet. You are much safer using one Mathos than your suggested tighrope antic.
Antic, Radomir is a Serbian ex-soccer player and soccer manager. Although, I think y'all call it football.
Football is religion in the UK. They need religion every Saturday, men and boys don't function the same during the off season, the cross is in the ball park!
Park Orchards is a beautiful outer suburb of Melbourne. If you want a home in a bush setting but not far from all the activity this area is ideal.
Ideal situation is when there are twice as many women as there are men. Not only that the conditions of selection are improved but two in your bed can be delightful on a cold night especially.
Especially for you ,I wanna let you know what I was going through, all the time we were apart I thought of you.
You were in my heart, my love never changed, I still feel the same.
Same sh*t, different day. Don't you sometimes feel as though you are part of the control group in someone or something's experiment?
Experiments are usually carried out in a laboratory. I suppose we could quite easily be in a large test-tube.
Test tube baby number one was born in Manchester in 1978. Louise Brown was her name, and she born in the Oldham and District General Hospital.
Hospital- the absolute last place I would ever want to end up. Anytime I go into one, I count myself lucky that I am healthy.
Healthy, just what on earth is healthy exactly, some people look healthy and are ill, others look feeble and ashen and are very healthy,,,why?
Why are you such a troublemaker? Everyone knows why they would rather be healthy rather than ill- looks count for nothing when your health is at issue.
Issue or just a nightly pamphlet not meaning a real deal, are you ready to succumb?
Succumb to what? Your keyboard?
Keyboard, what do you think I am, a pianist.? I could be your lover baby.
"Baby, baby, baby blue, you changed your last name too- turned your hair to brown, love to see it hanging down". Those are some of the lyrics to one of my favorite Bob Dylan songs, off of his album Planet Waves; I don't remember the title of the song at this moment in time, but the first line starts, "Twilight on a frozen lake, a north wind about to break...."
