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into the church we four carried mother in her lined silk coffin
six brass handles, in light oak her coffin and nice shiney new plaque
her name now in brass for all to see
heavy was the coffin that god had laid her in

to be with him in heaven taken from lifes burden on earth to be with god in heaven,with tears in are eyes the service began
with a hymm, the congregation began to sing lost in the words sometimes ,they where confused which part of the hymm to sing

gradually the last words we all did sing
the minister gave us her elegy of life the funny stories also the sad times we shared with her
my father gave her a rose which he duelly placed on the coffin with a love and a kiss he kissed her his last goodbye

this his final farewell to his beloved loving wife
for her journey now begins, to the other side of life
she looks on the congregation with a smile and joy in her heart
out of pain she now is ,and her youth restored
for she now is at peace with the world

her heartache now over
maybe she will come back again a new life
to start all over again
with sadness and joy we send her on her way to jounery to ever lasting peace, sadly missed but not forgotten, rest in peace my dear mother
we will be together again

IN THERE CAGES SUNSHINE AND SWEETY SIT
NEW ARRIVED PANDAS FROM CHINAS DISTRICT
EYEING EACH OTHER FROM THERE SEPARATE CAGES
MAKING ATTRACTIVE EYIES AT EACH OTHER

WILL THEY GO INTO THE LOVE TUNNEL
KNOW ONE KNOWS TO CONCEMATE THEIR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER
LITTLE PANDAS WE HOPE TO HEAR
IF THEY DO EVERYONE WILL CHEER

HIP HIP ARAY A NEW BABY MIGHT ARRIVE AT THE ZOO
IF THIS HAPPENS THE PEOPLE WILL SHOUT WITH GLEE I WANT TO SEE THE LITTLE PANDA HEHE
THE PEOPLES WILL FLOCK TO SEE THE NEW PANDAS IN THE ZOO

HERE COMES SANTA IN HIS SLAY
ALL HIS PRRESENTS HE HAS TO GIVE AWAY
BIG TOYS LITTLE TOYS ALL TO GIVE AWAY
UP UP IN THE SKY, HIS SLAY AND RAINDEERS GLIDE

OVER LAND FAR ,FAR AWAY TO GIVE HIS LOVELY TOYS AWAY
IN THE DARKNESS OF THE MOON LITE NIGHT
SANTA IS SEEN FLYING ABOUT CART WHEELS IN THE SKY HE DOES
BUT NO PRESENTS FLY OUT, ALL IN HIS SLAY THEY ARE TIED SO NONE FLY AWAY INTO THE NIGHT
DOWN CHIMMIES HE GLIDES LIKE A BIG KID ON A SLIDE

INTO LIVING ROOMS HE GLIDES SNEAKING A BRANDY OR TWO FROM THOSE WHO LIVE INSIDE AND THOSE SPECIAL MINCE PIES BAKED JUST FOR HIM BECAUSE HES NOT THAT THIN
WITH A HARTY BURP AND A SMILE AND MINCE PIE IN HAND HE SIPS HIS BRANDY AND SMILES LEAVING CRUMS OF MINCEMEAT PIE ON HIS CHIN
HAPPY IS HE WITH A HOE, HOE NOTHING BOTHERS HIM

OUT THE FRONT DOOR HE GOES TO OLD NOW HIS HE TO CLIMB THE CHIMNEY
HE SHOUTS TO HIS RAINDEERS AND CLIMBS ABOARD HIS TRUSTY SLAY ONWARD HE GOES TO GIVE HIS PRESENTS AWAY

The cold black chilling air
jack frost about
leafs and branches blown in the air all scatterd about
freezing tempertures
ice crystals forming from the coldness of the air

below 0 degrees the cold of the day
many a hand and toes frost biten by coldness of the air
numb fingers and toes
bodies cold with the cold air

jack frost is everywhere
winters breath aproaches
in the darkness and light of the day he lingers his ice breath melting in the air

ON HIS PEARCH MY LITTLE FRIEND SITS
HIS BLUE AND WHITE FEATHERS CLEAN AND BRIGHT
CHIRPPING INTO HIS MIRROR HE SITS
BRINGING ME SUCH DELIGHT

I OPEN HIS DOOR OF HIS CAGE, HE POPS OUT HIS HEAD AND GOES BACK IN AGAIN
WITH AN HELPING HAND I BRINGS HIM OUT INTO THE OPEN WORLD HE CHIRPS WITH DELIGHT
STROKING HIS FEATHERES READY TO FLY

HE FLAPS HIS WINGS AND STARTS TO FLY
WITH A BUMP HE LANDS ON THE FLOOR
OH WHAT FOOL HE HIS HE CANT FLY ANY MORE
HIS FEATHERS LOOKING OLD AND BATTERD

MY LITTLE FRIEND LOOKS, A SITE TO SEE HIS FEATHERS ALL BATTERD AND OLD NOW IS HE
BUT STILL HE IS MY SOUL MY FREIND HES MY COMPANY
WHEN I FEEL DOWN HE CHEERS ME UP HE COMES TO ME AND TALKS TO ME THAT CHEERS ME UP

I watched a game show called red or black
fasinated to see the game was i
no real skill was involved
just pick a colour red or black

the loser was to go home the winner carries on with the show
red or black the contest continue to choice
till they win to the studios
eight contestants now are left
from a 1000 losers, where not picked

in the studio they are now still they had to pick red or black
now they feel sick
near the million they are
till they are down to the last two, they have to be

only one winner this game show can have
for the chance to win a million quid
to stop that ball on to the color of choice they must pick
red or balck they have to pick

for one million pounds worth of joy if they got it wrong
on on the bus they will go home less a million quid
now they will feel sick loser

THE STILLNESS OF THE FIELDS OF GREEN GREEN GRASS THE ARTIST SITS
WITH BRUSHES AND PAINTS IN HAND,HE FIDGETS IN HIS CHAIR, HE STARTS TO PAINT WITH SWEEPING HANDS
EXCESSIVE STROKES TO HIS MASTER PIECE

WITH TREES IN THE DISTANCE THE BLUE SKIES ABOVE WITH SHADES OF LIGHT BLUE WITH DARKEND BLACK BLUE SKY
HE PAINTS, BUILDING UP HIS MASTER PIECE BIT BY BIT
SOFT FIELDS OF GREEN GREEN GRASS WITH HINTS OF YELLOW AND RED ROSES

THE INSECTS FLYING ABOVE THE RISING GRASS IN THE FOREGROUND HIS BOUNDRIES OF GREY AND SHINING WHITE STONE MARKING THE BOUNDRIES OF THE ARTIST TERRITORY THE MASTER WORKS HIS PIECE OF ART FROM WHICH HE CREATES ILLUSION FACT AND FICTION DRAWING HIS FOLLOWERS INTO HIS ART HIS DOMAIN

THE STONE WALLS MARKS HIS DOMAIN WHATS BEYOND HE CANT SEE FICTION HE MUST PAINT FOR THE ARTIST CAN NOT SEE, ILLUSUION HE CREATES FOR HIS MASTER PIECE, HE PAINTS WITH SUCH DELIGHT FULL COLOURS WITH BIRDS SINGING IN THE TREES BREAKING THE SILENCE ALL AROUND

THE PEACEFULLNESS OF THE LAND SCAPE THE SMALL HOUSES EMBEDDED INTO THE HILLS BEYOND FOR THEY ARE TINY SPECS DELIGHT FULL TO THE VIEWING EYES CAPTVATING ITS VIEWERS FOR ALL TO SEE

As i grow older i see my life that has been
images stored in my head locked away not to be seen
for i am the only one with the key
should i open an image today with my speacial key

that image stored in my head for only me to see
clear as day lovinly created in my head family images of times gone by friends ,relatives some long since gone by lovingly stored in every detail locked secured inside my head

lots of images i foundly look back on my past locked away for i am the only one with the key
images that bring me joy some of saddness some of fear some images that will not go away of bad times that i wish would go away
family members locked away in my head that i see they are not forgotten my me

in my frying pan go the butter for lots of tasting soup
in go my onions sweating in my frying pan
in i put my mushrooms now theres not much room in my frying pan
a bit of salt and pepper as i quickly stir

in i put some soya sauce into my pan ,very saucy of course dark is the best
in the pan i put two small hand fulls of rice or pearl barley of course
in the pan i put an oxo or lovely bovril cube to add more flaver of course
more salt and pepper and not least of all more soya sauce

into this i put my cooked onions and mushrooms
then it is all topped up with water of course
i bring this all to a lovley boil then simmer for half and hour
while i hover and put the house straight again
i look forward to my reward my lovely soup of course which is made in no time at all

The gentle rippling blue waters of the golden beach
the glint of hot suns rays, the glare of the sun rippling off the waters edge
catching the eye of the soul full stranger on the waters edge
bare foot is he with his bible in hand ,he strolls washing his feet as he gently strolls along the waters edge preaching his bible as he goes bye

The glinting blue sea the coolness of the waters bathing his feet as he strolls in the sea the feeling of the hot sand and water on the souls of his feet gently massages his feet
the birds calling to one and all his glowing white grown gently falling into the waters edge

the gentle breeze the only cooling of the hot midday sun high in the sky
at peace with his solitude letting the time go bye
the stillness the peace the solitude alone he is hearing his own heart beat the only sound around at peace with his souroundings for he keeps his own company but shares his love to every one he touches

alone his he to have sollitude as he strolles in the midday sun
the hot gentle breeze the light blue skies ,cloudless, open skies
boats gently moored moving up and down at the waters edge the only other sounds around the fisherman he calls to baptise thee for he is he sun of god

it started as a feeeling that something was going to happen today ,riding my mountain bike along the road
impatiant was i not waiting for the red signal to go bye
and waiting for the green signal to let me go bye

i peddled to the padestrian side
got to the central reservation with out a hitch
saw a bus had stopped so i cycles passed it
thought the road was clear i cycled on more

when all of a sudden another bus side impacted me
my bike and i flying in the air
my wrist did impact with the bus sending my wrist around the corner of course

my body lying on the ground my bike at side around me of course
my body in much pain from the impact of the bus
i got up my legs like jelly from the impact of the bus a sledge hammer it felt like cracking my body like a nut

compensension i might seek from my impact with a bus
one thing AM SURE ABOUT DO NOT MESS WITH A MIGHTY BUS THEY DO HURT THE BODY THIS AM SURE ABOUT

On the stormy rocks the light house stands
Standing tall defiant , it stands on the dangerous rocks it stands
Its beaming white light proudly beaming out over the darkend gale Force seas
Its beaming red light signals to every ship to keep away or danger will be

By day and by night the lighthouse stands magesticly in the sun light the bitter cold of the seas
The waves crashing at its base nestled on the rock , that danger lies beaneath
The waves are crashing and lapping with such force like white horses dancing on the seas trying with its lapping waves to cover up the Lighthouse in its gliding swell trying to move it with force

The jaggerd rocks signals the danger that lies beaneth its base
At its base waiting to snare a boat that comes within its shallow Waters
Determand to destroy any ship or floating vessal off course now the light shines out on the open seas protecting warning to ships who come so near protecting those on the sea

Its beaming light its fog horns warns passing ships to danger in The foggy seas of its presence on the open seas and to the dangers of The open seas