I sat on
I sat on your old wall to see the sun
The wall is cold and makes my rear end chill
And all too soon each little day is done

The day is ending and I ‘ve not yet begun
To do my writing , let my mind be still
I sat on your old wall in winter sun

If we were younger we might have more fun
We must allow now what we cannot will
As all too soon each little day is done

Must we finish what we have begun?
We gazed at rampant water by the mill.
I sat on this old wall in winter sun

As a woman, I can love a man
Then to their rest with singing I may lull
As all too soon each little day is done

Today my heart with love is very full
And happy tears my features like to swill
I sat on your stone wall to eye the sun
As all too soon each little day is done

They sent me for some city scones

Are there good as sex rays?

It depends on the interpreter I believe.

Why does what you believe have anything to do with it?

Why don’t you believe?

This is getting too belligerent for me

. Why why do you bring woe into every discussion

I mean evening war. He wrote this great shovels.

In my opinion Lesbian Freud was more of a shoveler

You have to be very rich to shovel your paint on.

You should have been my wife getting ready to go out

Would you take me that your strife

You are so perspicacious

What’s wrong with youwhat’s wrong with youwhat’s wrong with you swallowed the dictionary again?

I thought it was a pork chop

That depends entirely on where we are eating

If we are Jewish it’s the dictionary and if we are not jewish it’s a pork chop it’s simple surely everyone could understand that even an income put like you

Don’t you think it’s wrong to fry a dictionary!

If you use very high quality olive oil it’s alright.

I don’t think I will ever understand your steamings

You mean my scheming ?

I don’t know where we are going to.

Is this is this the X-Ray and CT scan department?

I’m sorry it’s the CP Snow department.

How do they read that?

His books are all in English.

You could have knocked me up with a feather.

I wish that you would informed me earlier. I would not have a hole in my conman.

Oh very good. Everywhere with me I text none.

Looking at all that rubbish I can’t understand why I am here at all.

But do we need to know why we are here?

Well why did God give the ten commandments to Moses?

Probably not to teach us how to swim.

I don’t know how much further we can go.

Will we know when it’s the end?

I think so. My friend have Faith. She wants to get married as soon as possible.

I love her with all my heart some too shy who’s supposed she would marry me.

Don’t let shine it’s deprive you of life. It will be over soon

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In my despair I felt that I was stuck
Paralysed by  grief and guilt I failed
By the end I had tried every trick

From prayer unthought to deeps of logic black
My  life, my engine ,juddered off the  rails
I hated God and of “his” Church was  sick

Starving  and alone I was in shock
The death of one I loved   had made me frail
By the end I had tried every trick

I felt  love’s arms around me,  death to block
I knew   this goodness,  why else would I wail?
I   thought I hated God  but Love had struck

Warm and golden light  that  did me hold
Where are you now when I feel still so cold