When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, 'What is it?'
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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