The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
If I were to write a poem,
It would be a fantastic piece of art,
Many people woul
This life is a wonderful gift .. accept it, embrace it.
It starts with a new day ..
Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so caref
Can there be anything more lovely
Then the beauty of a tree?
Her leaves shimmerin
we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was fo
All doggies go to heaven (or so I've been told).
They run and play along the streets of G
Over time we've developed something extraordinary,
That will last forever because we're b
We are often greatly bothered
By two fussy little men,
Who sometimes block our pa
I'm Glad I Have A Friend Like You
It started as just a hug and grew into a kiss,
A friendship that had blossomed to more th
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
But it's not over until the moment you qui
