I know this is weird to giv a weird Title
But that is just me hehe......
Yesterday i had just Made a new
story so i would like to show you some of it....
But first are some poem i made my self
I m great.....JUST KIDDING!
The title:It's not TOO Differet
It's not too different ... way down hereThe sun's a bit hotter ... It's a good drop 'o beerIt's not too way out ... in a strange sort of wayIf ya get a good day's work in ... ya get a good day's pay.There's just one or two thing's ... that ya have to put up with.Nothin' too much to handle ... just a little hard to live withLike the cockroaches ... and lizards, and snakes in the yard.I've tried to ignore 'em ... but I'm finding it hard.It's not that they ... want to bother me like.But when I see 'em, I'd just rather ... Hop on me bike.If ya can put up with the creepies ... and the big hairy crawliesand the thing's that go bump in the night ...where the hall is.If ya can just turn your back ... on the munchies and bitiesThat hide in ya jammies ... and creep into ya nighties.I'd recommend it if ya coming to stay for a spellTo get your injections ... if ya don't it's just hell.It's lovely down here though ... in the tropical bit.If ya could just find a place ... where ya could just safely sit!Please mother-in-law ... It ain't all that badAnd the wife's missing you ... it's driving 'er madeSo visit if ya must ... there's not too much to fearWe're all missing you madly ... it's a shame your not 'ere.
This is another....Title:I m fine thank you!
There is nothing the matter with me.I'm as healthy as I can be.I have arthritis in both my kneesAnd when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak, and my blood is thinBut I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.Arch supports I have for my feetOr I wouldn't be able to be on the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night,But every morning I find I'm all right.My memory is failing, my head's in a spinBut I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
The moral is this, as my tale I unfold,That for you and me who are growing old,It's better to say "I'm fine" with a grinThan to let folks know the shape we are in.
How do I know that my youth is all spent?Well, my "get up and go" just got up and went.But I really don't mind when I think with a grinOf all the grand places my "get up" has been.
Old age is golden, I've heard it said;But sometimes I wonder as I get into bedWith my ears in the drawer my teeth in a cup,My eyes on the table until I wake up.
Ere sleep overtakes me, I say to myself,"Is there anything else I could lay on the shelf?"When I was young my slippers were red,I could kick my heels over my head
When I was older my slippers were blue,But I still could dance the whole night through.Now I am old, my slippers are black,I walk to the store and puff my way back.
I get up each morning and dust off my witsAnd pick up the paper and read the obits.If my name is still missing, I know I'm not deadSo I fix me some breakfast and go back to bed.
My pulse is weak, and my blood is thinBut I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.Arch supports I have for my feetOr I wouldn't be able to be on the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night,But every morning I find I'm all right.My memory is failing, my head's in a spinBut I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
The moral is this, as my tale I unfold,That for you and me who are growing old,It's better to say "I'm fine" with a grinThan to let folks know the shape we are in.
How do I know that my youth is all spent?Well, my "get up and go" just got up and went.But I really don't mind when I think with a grinOf all the grand places my "get up" has been.
Old age is golden, I've heard it said;But sometimes I wonder as I get into bedWith my ears in the drawer my teeth in a cup,My eyes on the table until I wake up.
Ere sleep overtakes me, I say to myself,"Is there anything else I could lay on the shelf?"When I was young my slippers were red,I could kick my heels over my head
When I was older my slippers were blue,But I still could dance the whole night through.Now I am old, my slippers are black,I walk to the store and puff my way back.
I get up each morning and dust off my witsAnd pick up the paper and read the obits.If my name is still missing, I know I'm not deadSo I fix me some breakfast and go back to bed.
The Next.....
Some of my Japanese or anime Freak....
This is a song Called Sakura kisss...
KISS KISS FALL IN LOVEMAYBE YOU'RE MY LOVEI’ve noticed that I’m always around youBut is it hating? Liking? Or just paranoia?When I can see my feelings CLEARLYLADY or HOST, it doesn't matterThe reason for which people fall in loveis different for everyone, but MAYBE YOU’RE MY LOVEI want to meet you now, and give you a sweet person, a cherry blossom kiss- if your heart moves from it, let's have a romantic loveMore important than the future is the present; the delightful spring love is a blossoming virgin's aestheticsFor example, I want to try looking forThe still-unknown you of mine, but I’m scaredIn DENIM, in FRILLS, in casuals and CHINESE dressEvery time we meet, I change sevenfold and my resolution faltersThe doors of love that open one after anotherAre fully loaded with thrills.....it's definately love!On days when we’re busy and pass by each other, a sakura kiss- it’s a love romantic enough to be painfulLet’s accept each other’s weak spots, too; love that touches one another is invincible; the two of us who seem to bloom are the protagonistsLet’s create memories that won’t lose against the blindingly bright sky, now.....It's definately love!I want to meet you, who are kind, now; a sakura kiss- when our hearts pound, it’s romantic loveThe present is even more important than the future; the beautiful spring love is a blossoming maiden’s aesthetics, YEAHA blossoming maiden’s aestheticsKISS KISS FALL IN LOVEMAYBE YOU'RE MY LOVE
(BTW sorry nothing to talk about so this is all i could tell right now .....
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Before i end MY favourite Pic ..... JUst to SHow Boring...
