Like the Circles that you Find, in the Windmill of your mind.
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R.I.P Krystian 28.03.1983 - 20.04.2010
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"Mirror on the wall.............
here we are again......."
Li'l Wayne
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZLUa8JUR18&ob;=av2e
dont know if the link is right.
here we are again......."
Li'l Wayne
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZLUa8JUR18&ob;=av2e
dont know if the link is right.
20th Apr 2012, 20:41
| tags:suicide,samaritans,SANE,Black dogcomments (15)
Three wooden crosses
These crosses are put up each year during lent on a small hill just outside woodham.
6th Apr 2012, 20:16
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Having Friends over Later
Drinks & food, chilled evening, good music and great company................cant wait.
25th Feb 2012, 15:23
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The Tree of Life
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Its been another interesting year! In fact the last couple of years have been incredibly hard, but I continue to look for the humor in things however macarbre or bizzare, (I've been reliably informed this is in fact called sanity).
I'm glad that Moblog seems to be well and that all my old friends are still here or returning. I still prefer this place to anywhere else on the internet.
I wish you all a healthy, hopeful, peaceful and interestingly enjoyable year. Hope to see more of you all here in 2012. Lou xxx
I'm glad that Moblog seems to be well and that all my old friends are still here or returning. I still prefer this place to anywhere else on the internet.
I wish you all a healthy, hopeful, peaceful and interestingly enjoyable year. Hope to see more of you all here in 2012. Lou xxx
31st Dec 2011, 22:23
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Lest we forget...........................
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Suicide in the Trenches
(published in the Cambridge Magazine, 23 February 1918)
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
Seigfried Sassoon
(published in the Cambridge Magazine, 23 February 1918)
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
Seigfried Sassoon
11th Nov 2011, 10:59
| tags:Remembrance,Poppies,war,Armistice daycomments (6)
