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Tell me. Have you ever loved and lost somebody? Wished there was a chance to say I’m sorry? Coz can’t you see? That’s the way I feel about you and me baby. Have you ever felt your heart was breaking? Lookin down the road you should be taking? I should know, cos I loved and lost the day I let you go. Arsenal also lost on this day, so as you can imagine I was pretty pissed off. Talk about having a bad day! You lose the love of your life (picture below) and your team lose aswell. Still could be worse… could have been born Jewish. Every cloud…

16 Sep

Come back to me baby
I need to see your face
Come back to me baby
I need to tighten your brace

Come back to me baby
Dentist said 2 clockwise twists each week
Come back to me baby
Your sloppy metallic kisses are all I seek

Come back to me baby
Put your battered Jane Austen novel down
Come back to me baby
Come, come, lets wipe away with that frown

Come back to me baby
For I will love you forever
Come back to me baby
For we belong together.

Come back to me baby. Come back


The greatest poem of ALL time

15 Jun


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master,
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling, I salute you.