I walk down the street there is a deep hole in the pavement I fal in I am lost... I am helpless It isn't my fault It takes forever to find a way out
Chapter 2
I walk down the same street There is a deep hole in the pavement I pretend I do not see it I fall in again I can't believe I am in the same place But it isn't my faualt It still takes a long time to get out
Chapter 3
I walk down the same street There is a deep hole in the pavement I seeit is there I fall in..... It's a habit... But my eyes are open I know where I am It is my fault I get out immediately
Chapter 4
I walk down the same street There is a deep hole in the pavement I walk around it
its about time that the women have a chance at making this earth a better place to live in, the male of the specie have had their chance and cocked it up, girl power
women if they could would actually stop the next war from happening! they don't want to see their sons or daughters dying, as far as i can see margret thatcher was the greatest guy in drag that i ever seen, she broke the unions (shame) but she would not tolerate terrorists which is fine in my books, better than than the limp wrist liberals nowadays...........
Depends if it's just clothes and cd's, as over here pocession is nine tenths of the law. Same as you can set a date for the items to be picked up and then after that, you can dispose of them as you wish.
where I live we call it bin bagging, were we put all their stuff into bin bags and put it outside
Well thanks for reminding me NOT with my brood and their list of demands, it takes me all my time to keep sane, I hate christmas as it's too commericalised now
These are the four letter words I hate, I love (being 1) alot of the others, most people that know me will tell you that "My second favourite household chore is ironing, My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed till I faint"
Autobiography in 5 short chapters
Chapter 1I walk down the street
there is a deep hole in the pavement
I fal in
I am lost... I am helpless
It isn't my fault
It takes forever to find a way out
Chapter 2
I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the pavement
I pretend I do not see it
I fall in again
I can't believe I am in the same place
But it isn't my faualt
It still takes a long time to get out
Chapter 3
I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the pavement
I seeit is there
I fall in..... It's a habit... But my eyes are open
I know where I am
It is my fault
I get out immediately
Chapter 4
I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the pavement
I walk around it
Chapter 5
I walk down a different street
by Portia Nelson (1993)