Come back to me my darling

Don’t leave me all alone.
Come back to me, my darling
I can’t believe you’ ve gone.

I’m crying ‘cos I’m feeling blue again.
I’m crying’cos I’m falling like a stone.

Oh, let me tempt you with my beauty
And my voice forever young.
Let me tempt you with my spirit
My laughter and my songs.
I’m crying ‘cos I never did you wrong.
I’m crying ‘cos with you I still belong.

I thought maybe I’d follow,
To see where you have gone
But there’s a hand upon this tiller
That is not mine alon

e. I’m crying ‘cos I wrote this old blue song.
I’m crying ‘cos I’m lonely for too long.

The hand upon my tiller
The mystery of the dark
The unknown one who lives in me
And sings like a skylark.

I’m singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song.
I’m singing ‘cos the cat ain’t got my tongue.

There is no little voice there is no God.

We can save our souls by sharing Love

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As lonely as a pebble on the shore

As empty as a seashell”s shattered core

Infinite the sorrow of our hearts

As from whom we loved we had to part.

They had no choice but we are  in a rage

. Suffering like a wild beast in a cage.

The cat draped round his shoulders like s shawl

When he wrote his boo k she did him maul

Jealous of his love she wanted all

When we made love she moaned and caterwauled.

When she died he nearly lost it all

Then he died too and I fell down and bawled

I am trapped inside the Hoover with no bag

I have no arms and wooden is my leg

It rained last night the grass grew on my head

If my hair gets thinner I’ll be sad

My weight is going down but knees still ache

Send me the cobbler for a cake

Guardian May 7 2022

This is the central message in Dennis-Tiwary’s new book, Future Tense. She concludes that the problem isn’t anxiety itself, but our beliefs about it and our attempts to avoid it, which are not only destined to fail, but also to make us weaker and more fragile. It’s a vicious cycle.

To help reframe anxiety as an ally not an enemy, Future Tense takes a deep dive into the emotion itself. ‘Anxiety is very different to fear,’ says Dennis-Tiwary. ‘Fear is the certainty that something bad is happening to you. Anxiety is about uncertainty; it’s the feeling that something bad could happen, but might not. It’s the discrepancy between where you are and where you want to be.’ So you’re anxious about failing your exams. About that lump. Finding your first job. ‘Anxiety is designed to feel bad – your heart races, your blood vessels contract – so you sit up and listen,’ she says. ‘But unlike fear, anxiety contains hope.

Never eat wild lice..

In curry we have ground mice and Herb

Yorkshire is the test pudding.

What is Rotting Hell like to live on?

Why did Boris die again?

Sorry I am in a comma in a book.

I am looking down today. Send me gunpowder and your siins of depression

I came to in a full stop.

A colon never dies.

She failed English with too many comas in the right places.

Write a paragraph.

Will it reply?

Was God there?

Read my lips

Looking at your photograph I smile

One day soon we’ll feel the world in braille

I like your fingers they are very thin

Don’t take them off and keep them in a tin.

My fingers lost their fat now they look so good

Better than a hand made out of wood.

One day I shall see you with my my eyes.

I love you and I think you want a fight

Do men like bacon in the bed at night

Better eat it or the cat will bite

When I was 3 years old and my brothers were 4 & 5 we made some rules for fighting.

No biting,nipping or scratchinga

All these involve damaging the boundary of the skin.

If children can make rules like this, cannot Nations?