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By The Edge Of Water
By the waters edge we rest and play,
toes in the water, feeling quite gay,
celebrating the warmth of the dancing air
and the restful peace of that place we share.
A loving time with never once a worry,
soft sounds of ripples that won’t ever hurry
and when the wind changes to a cooler breeze,
we'll head on home for some warming teas.
We’ll spend the evenin...
Saturday 7th February 2015 3:25 am
Two Kisses
How much are you worth asked a dear friend
'Two kisses and a cuddle' was the reply he did send
'Two kisses may be found for you with ease
But a cuddle is harder to blow through the breeze'
'Ah but cuddles are warm and can last so long
Please see if you can manage to blow very strong'
'Much as I might blow long with all of my might
I doubt you would get that hug afore tomorrow ...
Tuesday 1st September 2009 9:21 pm
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