2/5/05Yup, that sounds like my life.
Currants and CuratesThere was a young boy sitting on the stone wall that ran down the lane. He had a pile of pebbles that he was happily throwing at a pair of sheep. I say he was young, but, indeed, he was old enough to know better.Currants and Curates
“They’re lovely sheep, are they not Master Musgrove?”
“Yes, sir.” The lad replied, “I call that one Henrietta and the other one Louisa.”
Poor lad, thought I, his sisters must have been after him for one of their schemes again.
“See Henrietta-sheep even has spots on her face just like my sister. Sheep don’t care about spots, but my sister spends ever so much time worrying over her spots
Angel EyesLast night I was taking a walk along the river,Angel Eyes
and I saw him together with a young girl .
And the look that he gave her made me shiver ‘cus he always use to look at me that way.
And I thought maybe I should go right up to her and say,
Ah Ha Ha, It’s a game he likes to play.
The rush to get out after class on Monday is the worst. It’s like Friday for normal people, but being a dancer is nothing like normal. So I’m fighting my way out the door, I can hear everyone talking, making plans for tonight. Someone calls my name; “Yo
The Gift or The GiverI try to say, “I love you”, but words can not express. So I use that which you created to show your loveliness.The Gift or The Giver
A word, a movement, a gesture, A song from the heart. A dance, a note, a story They all play a part.
So many times the praise of men can take my eyes off you. They praise the gift instead of the giver it’s easy to forget just who is who.
So Lord I come before you and humbly lay it all down. For not my will, but yours is what will give me a crown.
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~StepOutandBeYourself
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"That's the key to survival... Never go to war... Especially with yourself." - Lord Of War
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