In 1649. To St. George's Hill,. A ragged band they called the Diggers. Came to show the people's will. They defied the landlords. They defied the laws.
A rainy afternoon. Spent in the warmest room. She lay before me and said. Yes it's true that I have seen some naked men. . As she made for the door. Leaving me on the floor.
To the rich man's bright lodges. I ride in this wind. On my good horse, I call you. My shiny black Bess. . To the playhouse of fortune. To take the bright silver.
When I was young I told my mum. I'm going to walk on the Moon someday. Armstrong and Aldrin spoke to me. From Houston and Cape Kennedy. And I watched the Eagle landing.
Between Marx and marzipan in the dictionary there was Mary. Between the Deep Blue Sea and the Devil that was me. If ever anyone could help me with my obsession with.
I'll never forget the first day I met her. That September morning was clear and fresh. The way she spoke and laughed at my jokes. And the way she rubbed herself.
The people's flag is deepest red. It shrouded oft our martyred dead. And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold. Their hearts' blood dyed to every fold. .
My friend said she could see no way ahead. And I was probably better off without you. She said to face up to the fact that you weren't coming back. And she could make me happy like you used to.
Fear of a daughter runs high. In the mind of the father-to-be. For something is growing inside. But we don't talk about it, do we?. . In the long empty passionless night.
Sometimes when you lose your way to me. I think you don't care at all. If you don't get here soon. I'll tear the clock down from the wall. Your family and friends don't understand.
I woke up this morning. To find that we have outlived the myth of trust. You woke up this morning. To the fact we've lost the things. We took for granted between us.
If you're lonely, I will call. If you're poorly, I will send poetry. . I love you. I am the milkman of human kindness. I will leave an extra pint. . meaning.
I understand you needing. And wanting is no crime. But I can't help feeling. That you and your mother are just wasting your time. . Choosing Saturdays in Summer.
Here we areseeking out the reds. Trying to keep the communists in order. Just remember when youâ??re sleeping in your beds. Theyâ??re only two days drive from the texas border.
When he drops you off, I will not say. Who was that who so quickly drove away. The things you've done and the places you've been. When I open the door for you.
Saw some guy on the TV yesterday. He's selling poison by the ton. "How can you do such a thing?" a woman asked. And he replied, "Well, the secret is to hook 'em young.
Stand up all victims of oppression. For the tyrants fear your might. Don't cling so hard to your possessions. For you have nothing if you have no rights.
Father mows the lawn and Mother peels the potatoes. Grandma lays the table alone. And adjusts a photograph of the unknown soldier. In this Holy of Holies, the Home.
Father mows the lawn and Mother peels the potatoes. Grandma lays the table alone. And adjusts a photograph of the unknown soldier. In this Holy of Holies, the Home.