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Oooooo gold star...yes please Miss...Im a good boy Miss xxxx;) :whistle: :whistle:

I think that peom is lovley Tony xx

ducky wrote:

I think that peom is lovley Tony xx

I thank you Ducky...I value your opinion xxxx;)

tonypark wrote:

Oooooo gold star...yes please Miss...Im a good boy Miss xxxx;) :whistle: :whistle:

You may also have a Blue Peter Badge,a Crackerjack pencil and a Dusty Bin,possilble Degree from the Open University is pending lol.:lol:

Dorrie wrote:

tonypark wrote:

Oooooo gold star...yes please Miss...Im a good boy Miss xxxx;) :whistle: :whistle:

You may also have a Blue Peter Badge,a Crackerjack pencil and a Dusty Bin,possilble Degree from the Open University is pending lol.:lol:

What about afternoon cream tea xxxx;) :whistle:

tonypark wrote:

Dorrie wrote:

tonypark wrote:

Oooooo gold star...yes please Miss...Im a good boy Miss xxxx;) :whistle: :whistle:

You may also have a Blue Peter Badge,a Crackerjack pencil and a Dusty Bin,possilble Degree from the Open University is pending lol.:lol:

What about afternoon cream tea xxxx;) :whistle:

We shall have to see lol:cheer:

tonypark wrote:

ducky wrote:

I think that peom is lovley Tony xx

I thank you Ducky...I value your opinion xxxx;)

am glad you said that, i really am a little dear lady xxx :laugh: :kiss:

ducky wrote:

tonypark wrote:

ducky wrote:

I think that peom is lovley Tony xx

I thank you Ducky...I value your opinion xxxx;)

am glad you said that, i really am a little dear lady xxx :laugh: :kiss:

Yes you are love you lots:kiss: :kiss: :lol:

The nights are the worst
When its black and cold
Your so wide awake
And feeling so old
Every sound near and far
Hits the back of your ear
All alone by yourself
Restless in pain and fear

These are the times
We fear the most
Pain-killers worn off
And feeling morose
Let me tell you sweetheart
We all feel your strife
Hundreds of us fighting for life....

This is dedicated to everyone who understands

tonypark wrote:

The nights are the worst
When its black and cold
Your so wide awake
And feeling so old
Every sound near and far
Hits the back of your ear
All alone by yourself
Restless in pain and fear

These are the times
We fear the most
Pain-killers worn off
And feeling morose
Let me tell you sweetheart
We all feel your strife
Hundreds of us fighting for life....

This is dedicated to everyone who understands

I for one understand what the poem means Tony xxx