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Gracias Amigo: Be My Valentine
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Wishes To The Blue Fairy. Tuesday, January 25, 2011. E my Valentine, for I. Ach day have thought of you. Y whole life couldn't manage what. Our ready smile can do,. S though all light were new. Et me be your Valentine. Ven as you're mine,. Eeding what I have to give. Hat each might each define. N friendship and in harmony,. Ow you, now I the melody,. Ach helping each to shine. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Kerala Gods OWN Country. View my complete profile.
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Gracias Amigo: The Best Bloke That I Know
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Wishes To The Blue Fairy. Monday, January 24, 2011. The Best Bloke That I Know. He's the best bloke that I know, he's honest and he's fair,. He's got the type of qualities that now seem pretty rare,. He taught me right from wrong, taught me how to give and share,. Now the only thing that's changed him is the colour of his hair. I've known him all my life, he's watched me as I grew. And it's no secret round the traps that we've often had a blue. I think the man's a champion and I reckon you would too.
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Gracias Amigo: Little Mermaid
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Wishes To The Blue Fairy. Sunday, January 9, 2011. Look around, look around…. The water lies so still tonight. Seems the mermaids have all been drowned. Lurid waves slither towards shore;. Virtue tattered, transparent, cloud-thin. Look around, look around. Viscous cycle, inquisitor’s wheel –. Damned to the savage disposition of Life. Seems the mermaids have all been drowned. Wet impressions in the sullied sand. Inherit only their shadows to bequeath. Look around, look around…. Kerala Gods OWN Country.
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Gracias Amigo: The Ladies of the Canyon
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Wishes To The Blue Fairy. Monday, January 24, 2011. The Ladies of the Canyon. In the evening, through the silence,. When the breezes soft, are still,. Then the Ladies of the Canyon. Come a-creeping up the hill. And these Ladies of the Canyon,. In their garments pale, of gray,. Are as silent as the night clouds. That are closing out the day. They come creeping, gray robes trailing,. Gray veils floating 'round their hair;. On they're stealing up the canyon,. Till they reach my house up there. Trouble is a ...
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Gracias Amigo: Old Fort Phantom Hill
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Wishes To The Blue Fairy. Monday, January 24, 2011. Old Fort Phantom Hill. On the breezy Texas border, on the prairies far away,. Where the antelope is grazing and the Spanish ponies play;. Where the tawny cattle wander through the golden incensed hours,. And the sunlight woos a landscape clothed in royal robes of flowers;. Where the Elm and Clear Fork mingle, as they journey to the sea,. And the night-wind sobs sad stories o'er a wild and lonely lea;. And the reveilles come sounding o'er the old McKenzi...
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Gracias Amigo: My sweet wild rose.
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Wishes To The Blue Fairy. Wednesday, January 19, 2011. My sweet wild rose. I had a garden, which I kept. With busy hands and tender care;. And once, while carelessly I slept,. Fanned softly by the drowsy air,. A wild rose to my garden crept,. O, sweet surprise. It seemed to me,. Some fair hand, my heart to bless,. Had brought it there, from wood or lee. It came unsought 'twas loved no less;. I stooped and touched it tenderly,. I grew to love it passing well;. While strange exotics, rich and rare,. Like a...
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Gracias Amigo: Little Ghost
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Wishes To The Blue Fairy. Friday, January 7, 2011. I knew her for a little ghost. That in my garden walked;. The wall is high—higher than most—. And the green gate was locked. And yet I did not think of that. Till after she was gone—. I knew her by the broad white hat,. All ruffled, she had on. By the dear ruffles round her feet,. By her small hands that hung. In their lace mitts, austere and sweet,. Her gown's white folds among. I watched to see if she would stay,. What she would do—and oh! There was an...
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Gracias Amigo: I Want to be Your Valentine..
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Wishes To The Blue Fairy. Tuesday, January 18, 2011. I Want to be Your Valentine. Oh precious oh precious please be mine. I want to be your Valentine. I’ll do anything to be your rose. I want to be the Valentine you chose. Hold my hand and don’t let go. Open your heart and feel our love grow. Lock me in your heart just for a day. Feeling your love while reality fades away. I’ll wait year after year. Crying and sobbing tear after tear. Oh precious oh precious please be mine. I want to be your Valentine!
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Gracias Amigo: Blue Oranges
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Wishes To The Blue Fairy. Wednesday, January 19, 2011. The first time I walked with a girl, I was twelve,. Cold, and weighted down, with two oranges in my jacket. December. Frost cracking, beneath my steps, my breath. Before me, and then gone, As I walked toward. Her house, the one whose, Porch light burned yellow. Night and day, in any weather. A dog barked at me, until. She came out pulling, At her gloves, face bright. With rouge. I smiled, touched her shoulder, and led. I was making a fire in my hands.
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Gracias Amigo: Ghost Canyon Trail
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Wishes To The Blue Fairy. Monday, January 24, 2011. There are strange things told of spirits bold,. And the trail to Sante Fe,. There is many a tale of the Chisholm trail,. And the trail to Laramie. But this is the tale of an obscure trail. That few men travelled on;. Where a spirit was known to ride alone,. Twixt the midnight hour and dawn. It would wind and creep through canyons deep. And over the mesa wide. The men who knew this trail were few,. Where the phantom used to ride. With never a word or sign.
