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I'm tired, he said,
as he lay back in his bed,
next to the shadow of his life,
that disappared years ago, his love,
his wife, snatched away, from his grasp,
and he hung on, hoping, for he was old,
and he had lost the clasp, the one love,
he had held in his youth,
and felt emotion for with all passion,
it hurt him, as he lay, tired,
and dreamed of flowers on a green hill,
youth running through the air,
and he passed into it, then,
the life expanding, and the shadows emerging,
and he took his loves hands,
and ran, through the trees of his old memories,
and danced with her once more, for ever more
they danced, upon a green hill,
for he was tired, and she was gone,
and he left this world, and has moved on.
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as he lay back in his bed,
next to the shadow of his life,
that disappared years ago, his love,
his wife, snatched away, from his grasp,
and he hung on, hoping, for he was old,
and he had lost the clasp, the one love,
he had held in his youth,
and felt emotion for with all passion,
it hurt him, as he lay, tired,
and dreamed of flowers on a green hill,
youth running through the air,
and he passed into it, then,
the life expanding, and the shadows emerging,
and he took his loves hands,
and ran, through the trees of his old memories,
and danced with her once more, for ever more
they danced, upon a green hill,
for he was tired, and she was gone,
and he left this world, and has moved on.
----------------
Fosters is a nice enough beer. It certainly doesn't deserve it's reputation as the worst lager available. I prefer it to the likes of Carling and Stella.
My favorite is probably Grolsche though.
My favorite is probably Grolsche though.
Hmmmmmmmm.......fosters discussion? Ah well.........
my man, you are missing out on premium lager there.
Its served excessively where i live and I've grown a taste for it. Now nothing but will do.
Its served excessively where i live and I've grown a taste for it. Now nothing but will do.
Doglatto wrote:
> Tomorrow morning I'll say to myself "I'm going to bed early
> tonight"
> Tomorrow night I'll say to myself "Another game of Jedi Outcast
> and a can of fosters, don't mind if I do"
>
> Yes, I am a sucker
well, it is the 'manly' thing to do. and as the slogan tells you...
"Drink Austrailian, Think Austrailian."
oh, and I've never tasted Foster's before. Is it good?
> Tomorrow morning I'll say to myself "I'm going to bed early
> tonight"
> Tomorrow night I'll say to myself "Another game of Jedi Outcast
> and a can of fosters, don't mind if I do"
>
> Yes, I am a sucker
well, it is the 'manly' thing to do. and as the slogan tells you...
"Drink Austrailian, Think Austrailian."
oh, and I've never tasted Foster's before. Is it good?
rather worrying that, and me with work tomorrow.
I must have 'sucker' written on my forehead.
Tomorrow morning I'll say to myself "I'm going to bed early tonight"
Tomorrow night I'll say to myself "Another game of Jedi Outcast and a can of fosters, don't mind if I do"
Yes, I am a sucker
I must have 'sucker' written on my forehead.
Tomorrow morning I'll say to myself "I'm going to bed early tonight"
Tomorrow night I'll say to myself "Another game of Jedi Outcast and a can of fosters, don't mind if I do"
Yes, I am a sucker
Exactly. I'm very tired too. It's 1:36!!!!!!!!!
I'm tired, he said,
as he lay back in his bed,
next to the shadow of his life,
that disappared years ago, his love,
his wife, snatched away, from his grasp,
and he hung on, hoping, for he was old,
and he had lost the clasp, the one love,
he had held in his youth,
and felt emotion for with all passion,
it hurt him, as he lay, tired,
and dreamed of flowers on a green hill,
youth running through the air,
and he passed into it, then,
the life expanding, and the shadows emerging,
and he took his loves hands,
and ran, through the trees of his old memories,
and danced with her once more, for ever more
they danced, upon a green hill,
for he was tired, and she was gone,
and he left this world, and has moved on.
----------------
as he lay back in his bed,
next to the shadow of his life,
that disappared years ago, his love,
his wife, snatched away, from his grasp,
and he hung on, hoping, for he was old,
and he had lost the clasp, the one love,
he had held in his youth,
and felt emotion for with all passion,
it hurt him, as he lay, tired,
and dreamed of flowers on a green hill,
youth running through the air,
and he passed into it, then,
the life expanding, and the shadows emerging,
and he took his loves hands,
and ran, through the trees of his old memories,
and danced with her once more, for ever more
they danced, upon a green hill,
for he was tired, and she was gone,
and he left this world, and has moved on.
----------------