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Monthly Archives: July 2015
Keep Calm – It’s Monday!
Keep Calm – It’s Monday!
It’s Monday; it came so fast,
Monday; I am aghast.
Where are the days? (They flew so fast),
As closer to the grave I pass.
If I could have that time again,
What changes I would make.
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ARRRRGH!
If you had only 48 hours to spend $72.2 Million, what would you do?
Shop until you drop!
Keep Calm – The Troika are Coming!
Panic Stations
The Troika are Coming!
Keep Calm
The Troika are Coming!
Ireland 1974 – Tina Reynolds – Cross your Heart (Preview Video)
Ireland’s 1974 Eurovision song contest entry – Cross Your heart. Sung by Tina Reynolds.
Tina Reynolds – Cross your Heart
Ireland Eurovision Song Contest Entry
Look at all of the wonderful classic cars!
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Welcome to Queensland, The Sunshine State.
Winter snows in Australia.
A very rare sight indeed. Snow in Queensland, Australia. We may have to start rethinking our slogan of being the Sunshine state….to the snow state.
I am NOT Roald Dahl!
I am not Roald Dahl, I am not that man,
I am not Roald Dahl; it’s not a part of my plan,
The poor man is dead, as dead as can be,
I am not that man, now where is my tea?
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Troll Bolf is So Sick
Troll Bolf is so sick,
He might even die,
A terrible thing has happened,
And he doesn’t know why,
He caught bird flu, though he don’t even fly,
He blows his nose and wipes his eyes.
The Wings That Fly Us Home
“The Wings That Fly Us Home”
By John Denver
There are many ways of being in the circle we call life.
A wise man seeks an answer, burns his candle through the night.
Is a jewel just a pebble that found a way to shine?
Is a hero’s blood more righteous than a hobo’s sip of wine?
Did I speak to you one morning on some distant world away?
Did you save me from an arrow? Did you lay me in a grave?
Were we brothers on a journey? Did you teach me how to run?
Were we broken by the waters? Did I lie you in the sun?
I dreamed you were a prophet in a meadow, I dreamed I was a mountain in the wind.
I dreamed you knelt and touched me with a flower, I awoke with this: a flower in my hand.
I know that love is seeing all the infinite in one.
In the brotherhood of creatures, through the Father, through the Son.
The vision of your goodness will sustain me through the cold.
Take my hand now to remember when you find yourself alone: you are never alone.
And the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens. It fills the endless yearning of the soul.
It lives within a star too far to dream of. It lives within each part and is the whole:
it’s the fire and the wings that fly us home, fly us home, fly us home.
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