Those schoolgirl days, of telling tales and biting nails are gone, But in my mind, I know they will still live on and on, But how do you thank someone, who has taken you from crayons to perfume? It isn't easy, but I'll try,
If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters, That would soar a thousand feet high, To Sir, with Love
The time has come, For closing books and long last looks must end, And as I leave, I know that I am leaving my best friend, A friend who taught me right from wrong, And weak from strong, That's a lot to learn, What, what can I give you in return?
If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start, But I, would rather you let me give my heart, To Sir, with Love
So here is my story, may it bring Some smiles and a tear or so, It happened once upon a time, Far away, and long ago, Outside the night wind keens and wails, Come listen to me, the Teller of Tales!” ** Brian Jacques, Lord Brocktree
26 February 2013, 14:17
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20 February 2013, 20:46
how are u mr:3umar?
2 January 2013, 22:02
happy new year for u too
2 January 2013, 13:09
1 January 2013, 02:55
*******happy new year for you *****
27 December 2012, 22:50
happy new year for you
13 September 2012, 20:42
Those schoolgirl days, of telling tales and biting nails are gone,
But in my mind,
I know they will still live on and on,
But how do you thank someone, who has taken you from crayons to perfume?
It isn't easy, but I'll try,
If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters,
That would soar a thousand feet high,
To Sir, with Love
The time has come,
For closing books and long last looks must end,
And as I leave,
I know that I am leaving my best friend,
A friend who taught me right from wrong,
And weak from strong,
That's a lot to learn,
What, what can I give you in return?
If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start,
But I, would rather you let me give my heart,
To Sir, with Love
12 September 2012, 20:49
So here is my story, may it bring
Some smiles and a tear or so,
It happened once upon a time,
Far away, and long ago,
Outside the night wind keens and wails,
Come listen to me, the Teller of Tales!”
** Brian Jacques, Lord Brocktree
5 September 2012, 22:10
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my eyes and all is born again.”
*** Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems
5 September 2012, 04:25
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31 August 2012, 11:08
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words...