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Oh!!! Hey I really am getting it the neck this weekend aren't I? !!

Laughed at, more than several times....

"If you prick me do I not bleed........"

and I can sing a bit...even Dan says I am not bad......

xx

Awww Rose, don't get a complex.........not everyone can sing lol

Just for that Ann...I am going to sing.....

"This is Major Tom to ground Control........"

go on then rose ,if it will make you happy !

no will leave the David Bowie to someone with a better voice.....


She unscrews the top of a new whiskey bottle
And shuffles about in her candle lit hovel,
Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens
She smells like the cat and the neighbours she sickens,
The black and white t.v. has long seen a picture
The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture,
The postman delivers the final reminders
She sells off her silver and poodles in china.
Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock
And knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love.

During the war time an american pilot
Made every air raid a time of excitement,
She moved to his prairie and married the texan
She learnt from a distance how love was a lesson,
He became drinker and she became mother
She knew that one day shed be one or the other,
He ate himself older, drunk himself dizzy
Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty.

He like a cowboy died drunk in his slumber
Out on the porch in the middle of summer,
She crossed the ocean back home to her family
But they had retired to roads that were sandy,
She moved home alone without friends or relations
Lived in a world full of age reservation,
On moth eaten armchairs shed say that shed sod all
The friends who had left her to drink from the bottle.

You sing you wee heart out Rose. .. Im sure it is lovely ..

i got me speakers turned off .. lol

lol I shall Rio......just as well no neighbours can hear me......


xx

I'm starving ... .

lol Rio....fancy a nibble of my creme caramel...? nice!

xx

pizza pie ?