Happy birthday weeping willow
your presant is a months tour around Ireland!
Hope you are enjoying south america!
Happy birthday weeping willow
your presant is a months tour around Ireland!
Hope you are enjoying south america!
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
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Happy birthday!
At thunder and tempest, At the world's coldheartedness,
During times of heavy loss And when you're sad
The greatest art on earth Is to seem uncomplicatedly gay.
To get things clear, they have to firstly be very unclear. But if you get them too quickly, you probably got them wrong.
If you need me urgent, send me a PM
Happy Birthday!
Madness is my defense against Reality.
Happy Birthday!
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Happy Birthday, Willow!
"It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes."
Douglas Adams
"Frivolity is a stern taskmaster."
Zippy the Pinhead
~Posting images tutorial~
Happy Birthday, Willow
Willow
Now if memory serves you were a friend of Jose right? Well I was speaking to him at the weekend and he said to say hi.....
There once was a scotsman named Drew
Who put too much wine in his stew
He felt a bit drunk
And fell off his bunk
And landed smack into his shoe ~(C) Ms Niamh Anne King
The Insanity of W
Winsomely wandering worldwide wastelands,
Willow wants willingly to walk where he will.
Watching windblown wonders waft by wetlands,
Wading waist-high waters, with walking-staff still.
Willow waves to watchers who will be viewing snapshots,
Willow is well-beloved, we all wish him welfare.
Whence next shall wind weekend wanderings, ask the windsock,
Which way blows the wind, will the willow wing withal.
Why the wanderlust wooed Willow would be only wonder,
I am witty, without writ, would wretches call me witless?
Yet when words wring waxen, hollow, wonder-struck blunder
Wobble we within worlds of woebegone wordless distress!
Welcome within worlds of W’s Wisdom or Wit, friend Willow:
What would this wordy poem be? Your Birthday, Good Fellow!
Pendragon
© 4/30/07
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Happy Birthday, Willow!
Since you have been away from home for so long, you must have missed the Israeli food:
PS: I am afraid I am not familiar with the dishes in the picture but it was the first photo that popped up when I searched for Israeli cuisine. Hope they are the right stuff!
~
"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
~
Happy Birthday Willow!
Dream as though you'll live forever, live as though you'll die today (James Dean)
Happy birthday, Willow!! How've you been?
Por una cabeza
Si ella me olvida
Qué importa perderme
Mil veces la vida
Para qué vivir
Happy Belated Birthday Willow!
I'm a day late, but that means you have an extra day to celebrate!
There is no darkness, there is no light, there is only Lasagne!
tnx guyz...
im now in Buenos Aires... after 7 months on the road... it seems like time flys and just last week i left home...
Next station.. Spain two days from now...(after 7 months its time to go to the source!)
so tnx again..
have great days all of you..
Love
Willow
P.s - Scher you have no idea how much i miss my food...
Argentina is it? They've got some fine music down there.
Although, unfortunately for you, I believe Manu is in Canada at the moment.
Happy birthday.
What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.
- Gertrude Stein
A washerwoman with her basket; a rook; a red-hot poker; th purples and grey-greens of flowers: some common feeling which held the whole together.
- Virginia Woolf
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules