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Post by CarrowGirl on Oct 29, 2007 11:16:32 GMT -1
I'll bet ya,
We cant score
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Post by jh1980 on Oct 29, 2007 11:19:05 GMT -1
I'll bet ya, We cant score I think a system of forfeits would work better! Cardiff be okay then, we can score just can't hang onto lead, but if you can't score...
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Post by Mrs H on Oct 29, 2007 11:19:40 GMT -1
Where's the poetry people? Do I have to get all Cav on your ass?
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Post by CarrowGirl on Oct 29, 2007 11:21:08 GMT -1
I'll accept defeat now Jules
Sorry Laura thats my fault
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Post by Mrs H on Oct 29, 2007 11:22:35 GMT -1
Dinner Dinner Dinner Dinner Dinner Dinner Dinner Dinner
BATMAN!!! ;D
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Post by jh1980 on Oct 29, 2007 12:35:34 GMT -1
Another snippet, personal:
Years lie between your lips and mine Yet all the same I wonder What would I do to sleep by you Just to hear you murmur?
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Post by HURLOCK on Oct 29, 2007 12:39:32 GMT -1
Another snippet, personal: Years lie between your lips and mine Yet all the same I wonder What would I do to sleep by you Just to hear you murmur? as penned by the famous Lemmy Hey baby you're a sweet young thing, Still tied to Mommy's apron strings, I don't even dare to ask your age, It's enough to know you're here backstage, You're Jailbait, and I just can't wait, Jailbait baby come on One chase baby, all I need, My decision made at lightning speed, I don't even want to know your name, It's enough to know you feel the same, Jailbait, and I just can't wait, Jailbait baby get down Tell you baby oh you look so fine, Sending quivers up and down my spine, I don't care about our different ages, I'm an open book with well thumbed pages, Jailbait, oh and I ain't too late, Jailbait baby get down
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Post by jh1980 on Oct 29, 2007 12:44:29 GMT -1
LOL reading between the lines Hurls I think you've read my mind wrongly there... When I say many years, not talking age gap, but about the distant past! ;D
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Post by HURLOCK on Oct 29, 2007 12:49:10 GMT -1
When I get older losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a valentine Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I'd been out till quarter to three Would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four?
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Post by jh1980 on Oct 29, 2007 12:51:37 GMT -1
When I get older losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a valentine Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I'd been out till quarter to three Would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four? Always thought you might have a thing for Cherie Blair Hurls?! ;D
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Post by HURLOCK on Oct 29, 2007 12:55:48 GMT -1
Always thought you might have a thing for Cherie Blair Hurls?! ;D You insult me Jules, furthermore I wouldn't want to walk on your feet! See Tony continues to behave like a true socialist!
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Post by jh1980 on Oct 29, 2007 13:00:38 GMT -1
Always thought you might have a thing for Cherie Blair Hurls?! ;D You insult me Jules, furthermore I wouldn't want to walk on your feet! See Tony continues to behave like a true socialist! LOL, she's a bit old for me fella Now, POG on the other hand...?! ;D ;D Meh, not been paying attention.
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Post by HURLOCK on Oct 29, 2007 13:04:47 GMT -1
LOL, she's a bit old for me fella Now, POG on the other hand...?! ;D ;D Meh, not been paying attention. Ah yes POG would root her for sure, man she's got a fat arse! He's doing speeches in America, £100K a pop - did 3 last week. Also did a £2M book deal. Sure he'll give it all to charity
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Post by jh1980 on Oct 29, 2007 13:09:31 GMT -1
Ah yes POG would root her for sure, man she's got a fat arse! He's doing speeches in America, £100K a pop - did 3 last week. Also did a £2M book deal. Sure he'll give it all to charity Indeed... and her rear view's the LESS unappealing one! Nice work if you can get it... LOL quite. No, strictly he should be taxed on it "until the pips squeak"
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Post by HURLOCK on Oct 29, 2007 13:13:08 GMT -1
Indeed... and her rear view's the LESS unappealing one! Nice work if you can get it... LOL quite. No, strictly he should be taxed on it "until the pips squeak" Less said the better Would explain why he was so in bed with the Americans
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Post by jh1980 on Oct 29, 2007 13:19:25 GMT -1
Less said the better Would explain why he was so in bed with the Americans Yep. Now Hurls, less of the politics! They do squeal like girls when you mention tax though, the Yanks...!
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Post by Mrs H on Dec 12, 2007 15:56:07 GMT -1
Winter's Tale
Winter is here and the frost settled in My even foot falls heavy on the crisp ground Looking down as if to focus the sound Exercising the deep thoughts from within.
Cold hot breath exhales the silenced thoughts An unuttered sentence never finished The inhaled dialogue burns the punished A pang of truth that sticks within my throat
Hands tingle remembering your warm touch Numbness spreads towards my depleted heart Unforgiving lines upon my face start To tell this Winter’s Tale is just too much.
My cheeks flushed pink as I lifted my eyes Ahead the slippery deserted lane Back to this place but yet nothing the same Hands in pockets, foot falls followed by sighs.
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Post by C@V on Dec 12, 2007 16:21:19 GMT -1
Winter's Tale Winter is here and the frost settled in My even foot falls heavy on the crisp ground Looking down as if to focus the sound Exercising the deep thoughts from within. Cold hot breath exhales the silenced thoughts An unuttered sentence never finished The inhaled dialogue burns the punished A pang of truth that sticks within my throat Hands tingle remembering your warm touch Numbness spreads towards my depleted heart Unforgiving lines upon my face start To tell this Winter’s Tale is just too much. My cheeks flushed pink as I lifted my eyes Ahead the slippery deserted lane Back to this place but yet nothing the same Hands in pockets, foot falls followed by sighs.
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Post by Mrs H on Dec 13, 2007 13:01:15 GMT -1
Winter's Tale Winter is here and the frost settled in My even foot falls heavy on the crisp ground Looking down as if to focus the sound Exercising the deep thoughts from within. Cold hot breath exhales the silenced thoughts An unuttered sentence never finished The inhaled dialogue burns the punished A pang of truth that sticks within my throat Hands tingle remembering your warm touch Numbness spreads towards my depleted heart Unforgiving lines upon my face start To tell this Winter’s Tale is just too much. My cheeks flushed pink as I lifted my eyes Ahead the slippery deserted lane Back to this place but yet nothing the same Hands in pockets, foot falls followed by sighs. That poem is about you and the pain you cause me when you snowman me
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Post by C@V on Dec 13, 2007 13:40:35 GMT -1
That poem is about you and the pain you cause me when you snowman me Sorry. I will always love you.
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