Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I would like to share.
My hopes,
my dreams,
old photographs,
of good times and bad times that make me laugh.
The joy of a hug,
the thrill of a kiss,
leaves me to remember the pure, simple bliss.
I cry for the fun,
and giggle for the pain,
I enjoyed the good life I was able to maintain.
The thoughts and wishes,
they all stay with me,
all of these contained in my book of memories.
(Kathleen Sheppard)
Oh my beloved belly button.
The squidgy ring in my midriff mutton.
Your myster
Water the seed, and a plant will grow.
Feed the plant, and a tree will grow.
Give
There once was this girl.
She had the most beautiful face.
Her eyes shone like di
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You came as a ray of light,
Made my life cheerful and bright,
Show
बचपन बीत गया लड़कपन में, जवानी बीत रहà¥
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
I'll plant a row of daisy seeds,
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In the space below each eye,
&nbs
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
Can no one see this smile I'm faking,
See how, inside, I'm constantly shaking?
Th
Dosti ka rista hota hai khas ,
Jo hota hai her kisi ke pas .
Jo deti hai har kada
