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.
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Get that nit comb through those strands,
This lice lotion best of brands,
Naught
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Come a little closer
Honey, come a little closer,
let me whisper in your ear.
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
From the day that I first knew you,
Your heart was pure and kind;
Your smile was
He's tired of the pain.
He's tired of every lie.
He's tired of the countless nigh
There are moments in our life we'll always treasure.
Tiny fragments from our past, rememb
Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
They put me in the oven to bake.
Me, a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the h
