Thank God For Plumbers


Posted on 20th Jul 2020 03:10 pm by rohit kumar

Two old friends met on the street,

Hadn't talked in many a year;

"How's your family,?" asked this dear old friend,

"I'd really like to hear."

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"George has a Master's in literature,"

The other said, with pride,

"And Mary's a grad in modern art,

Her career she has yet to decide."

 

"And How's Willy," the first friend kindly asked,

While the other displayed defeat;

"Oh, Willy's a plumber," she sighed, hanging her head,

"But wit

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He Is Hurting Too

He's tired of the pain.

He's tired of every lie.

He's tired of the countless nigh

Because I Needed A Friend

I called you late last night

because I needed a friend.

But you, of course, didn'

Broken When You Left

Baby, I guess it was never meant to be.

I miss what we used to be,

but baby, can'

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond

somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond

any experience, your eyes have their silen

My Weakness

Until I met you my heart stood still

Like the moon and the sun

Their love is true

Brighter Skies

If you awake to one more dreary day,

an empty heart with empty hours to kill,

rem

It Feels Like A Lifetime Ago

Feels like a lifetime ago

that I loved like that.

Wanting more

and more a

Shadow Of Life

Walking in the shadow of fear,

drowning endlessly by a single tear,

running along

My Promises For You

If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,

painting your rainbows when the rains come.

Missing...

I've hunted near, I've hunted far

I even looked inside my car.

I've lost my glass

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