Thursday, 29 April 2010
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Flowers by Wendy Cope
Some men never think of it. You did. You’d come along And say you’d nearly brought me flowers But something had gone wrong. The shop was c...
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There is a kind of love called maintenance Which stores the WD40 and knows when to use it; Which checks the insurance, and doesn’t for...
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To assume everything has meaning. To return at evening feeling you have earned a rest and put your feet up before a glowing t.v. set and fi...
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this isn't how I planned for my life to look like," I whispered under my breath as I walked to my car "tell me about it,...