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Sports, Hobbies & Interests / Re: Book link
« Last post by Nearly Sane on Today at 09:23:18 AM »The Line of Beauty - Alan Hollinghurst
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Politics & Current Affairs / Re: Alabama has banned abortion!
« Last post by Nearly Sane on Today at 09:21:44 AM »Meanwhile women charged for manslaughter of foetus after being shot in stomach
https://www.rawstory.com/2019/06/alabama-is-prosecuting-a-pregnant-woman-for-manslaughter-for-being-shot-in-the-stomach-but-not-her-shooter/
https://www.rawstory.com/2019/06/alabama-is-prosecuting-a-pregnant-woman-for-manslaughter-for-being-shot-in-the-stomach-but-not-her-shooter/
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Politics & Current Affairs / Re: Britain's next leader
« Last post by Nearly Sane on Today at 09:20:13 AM »Seen elsewhere 'Jeremy Hunt calling for the new leader to be trustworthy. Is there some 3rd candidate no one knows about?'
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Literature, Music, Art & Entertainment / Re: How Long Is Too Long Wasn't Long Enough
« Last post by Nearly Sane on Today at 09:11:32 AM »Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
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Literature, Music, Art & Entertainment / Re: How Long Is Too Long Wasn't Long Enough
« Last post by ekim on Today at 08:16:03 AM »(The sweet, sweet memories you've given me
You can't beat the memories you've given me)
Take one fresh and tender kiss,
Add one stolen night of bliss,
One girl; one boy; some grief; some joy:
Memories are made of this.
Don't forget a small moonbeam.
Fold it lightly with a dream.
Your lips and mine,
Two sips of wine:
Memories are made of this.
You can't beat the memories you've given me)
Take one fresh and tender kiss,
Add one stolen night of bliss,
One girl; one boy; some grief; some joy:
Memories are made of this.
Don't forget a small moonbeam.
Fold it lightly with a dream.
Your lips and mine,
Two sips of wine:
Memories are made of this.
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Politics & Current Affairs / Re: Britain's next leader
« Last post by Gordon on Today at 07:59:37 AM »I've decided that I hope they choose Boris Johnson - perhaps a PM who is an card-carrying incompetent lying fuckwit will prove to be the most effective means of killing off Brexit and also his own party in its current format, since it seems large chunks of the Tory-party membership have largely succumbed to Brexit-mania to the extent of zealotry.
Listening to some of the drivel being directed at Tory party members would be funny if it wasn't so pathetic.
Listening to some of the drivel being directed at Tory party members would be funny if it wasn't so pathetic.
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Sports, Hobbies & Interests / Re: Book link
« Last post by Robbie on June 26, 2019, 10:04:40 PM »Bloodline by Sidney Sheldon
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Literature, Music, Art & Entertainment / Re: How Long Is Too Long Wasn't Long Enough
« Last post by Robbie on June 26, 2019, 10:03:28 PM »Old friends, old friends,
Sat on their park bench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
of the high shoes of the old friends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears
Sat on their park bench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
of the high shoes of the old friends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears
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Sports, Hobbies & Interests / Re: Book link
« Last post by Nearly Sane on June 26, 2019, 09:44:08 PM »The Books of Blood - Clive Barker
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Literature, Music, Art & Entertainment / Re: How Long Is Too Long Wasn't Long Enough
« Last post by Nearly Sane on June 26, 2019, 09:37:45 PM »I've been to Hollywood, I've been to redwood
I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold
I've been admired by, it's such a fine light
That keeps me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old
Keep me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old
I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold
I've been admired by, it's such a fine light
That keeps me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old
Keep me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old