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Why am I waiting for something to happen?
 
Not sure if too drunk to play guitar, or not drunk ENOUGH to play guitar...
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I am.. just very.. very slowly happening.. shhhh..
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Moto Love-Story. Alex & Olya..
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I want to live in A1A 1A1 just off the 420 over looking the bay.. somewhere between Burnt Head Cove and Dead Man's Cove..
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The Sinking Ship

The ship is sinking, come ye one and all.
Stand fast and so this weakness overhaul,
Come ye strong hands and cheery voices call,
"Stand by!"
The ship is sinking in a summer sea,
Bless her but once for all she used to be,
Who rode the billows once so proud and free,
If you but loved a little, with a sigh,
"Stand by!"
Gone, all are gone, they neither hear or care,
The sun shines on and life is ever fair.
They shun the struggle, laughter lurks elsewhere.
The ship is sinking, passing echoes cry,
"Stand by!"
The little ships that pass her in the night,
Speed from the darkness in their eager fright.
From troubled dreams they take refuge in flight.
Why should they then, who know they too must die,
"Stand by"?

Then get you gone, desert the sinking ship,
O faithless friends, who on her pleasure-trip
Clung close with gentle words and smiling lip,
And still as ever on your own joys cry,
"Stand by!"
The ship is sinking, parting in a smile,
The sunset waters mark the last sad mile
In dimpling play and in a little while
The waters close, Death and his angels cry,
"Stand by!"


Written by Dora Sigerson Shorter

Dora Mary Sigerson was born in Dublin on August sixteenth 1866. Her father was was a leader in Dublin’s intellectual world and she was immersed in the intellectual society throughout her childhood, gaining a deep love of her country. When she married Mr. Clement Shorter he rook her to England; but her heart’s passion remained with Ireland. The events of Easter 1916, were a torment to her and her health began to fail. She died on January 6, 1918. In her lifetime she was renowned for her personal beauty and her charm.
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Yes Greta..  That ship has sunk..

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My posts have gone private.  If you'd like to see my content send me a message and I can add you to my circles.

Thanks.
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ummm.. no.
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My simple easy-to-understand relationship manual.

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For me it's not so much that I'm guarded, but more the fact that I have moved so many times in my life that very few ever even had the chance to get to know me.  But this circle does exist for me in a sense because by not ever really having the chance to let people in, it's become a bit of a default mechanism when people do start to get close..  I'm just not used to it.  I'm not sure anyone has ever hit level 5 with me..

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Doink..
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barenaked ladies break your heart:.
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