

The English Rose"I tuned my lyre one early morn And it gave me a song. Tell me what you think love is, And I'll tell you you're wrong. It can't be found in absolutes Or any certain race; As a shameless, willful Irishman, I saw it in her face. Just as shameless, willful too With fire in her stare, I couldn't help but kiss her lips, And almost didn't dare. She asked me what I took her for, Said I 'An English Rose.' I won her heart and that, my lads Is how the story goes. Though I don't have much within this world, I'd give it all up for my English girl,The English Rose
Your Buddy,
Steven
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"Oh my God, the injustice! Your toes aren't cherries!"
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David
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The path of possibility is lined with challenges, how we face each challenge determines where the path will take us.
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Definitions belong to the definers, and not the defined.
"Beloved of Toni Morrison
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"Oh my God, the injustice! Your toes aren't cherries!"
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Play for me, Minstrel, my love,
play a harp, her neck is of gold,
in a dance, which covers my soul,
I'll become the mirror of my thoughts...
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