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its really great to see you all, ive missed the fun we share so ive added to me poem thread just to show i care.lol.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxme

Hi Hun, Oh please be feeling joyful, Oh please be feeling perky, And keep it up til christmas Then let's see Joy full -- of turkey. have a good night hun (((((huggles))))) Jeff xxx

Your Name You got it from your father It was all he had to give So it is yours to use and cherish As long as you shall live. If you lose the watch he gave you It can always be replaced But a black mark on your name Can never be erased. It was clean the day you took it And a worthy name to bear When he got it from his father There was no dishonor there. So make sure you guard it wisely After all is said and done You will be glad the name is spotless When you give it to your son.

Hi Joy and everyone. Have tried to copy and paste 'it is a Christmas Day in the Workhouse' for anyone who wanted it but it's too long. Send me PM if you would like me send you it in word doc... Festive greetings. Liz

christmas is coming the turkey's getting fat please put a pound in the ole man's hat if you aint got a pound a fiver will do if you aint got a fiver Then God Bless You Rosex

Christmas tis a comin' To set the heart aglow, So deck the halls with holly And sprigs of mistletoe ; It is a special time of year When peace and love abound, And hearts are filled with happiness As friends all gather round, And so for you I make this wish With words warm and sincere, May you have a happy Christmas And a wonderful New Year. Jeff xx

Joyous hope your enjoying reading, Lilx

Lil that's beautiful xx

MY CHILDREN My children, my purpose My heart and my soul My gift from the heavens Forever betrothed Explore and discover Within boundaries safe Be what you believe in Have courage and faith Listen to guidance But trust in yourself Deeds not words matter Your will is your wealth With strength, independence And confidence too Go forth and enjoy A life that suits you My children, my purpose With infinite worth From body and mind My gift to this earth

It makes me cry too *passes Lil a hankie*

Oh Kate that is my most Fav Hymm i love it, it makes me cry Lilx

James (Aged two.Lost in precinct.) It took but some moments, I turned, you were gone. Forgive me, my Jamie, forgive me, my son. The love that we shared lasted only two years. It will take a lifetime to dry out my tears. The love that we have, your daddy and me, for you will last for eternity. God has you my angel in his tender care. In Heaven one day, We shall both meet you there. Friendship What is a friend? Who can tell. Will they see you in heaven or see you in hell? Will they do you down or pick you up? Whatever which way it's all down to luck. A friend is a friend who would lay down his life. A friend is no friend if he steals your wife. Whatever the outcome we'll wait and see. In the words of Shakespeare, 'what will be will be.'

Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon Virgin Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in heavenly peace Silent night, holy night! Shepherds quake at the sight Glories stream from heaven afar Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia! Christ, the Saviour is born Christ, the Saviour is born Silent night, holy night Son of God, love's pure light Radiant beams from Thy holy face With the dawn of redeeming grace Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth ' I love this carol xxx

The Earth Sunlight to warm your body. Moonlight caresses your love. The stars that shine so brightly reflect in your eyes from above. The earth plains which surround us with roots that hold us firm are being taken away from us, by people who show no concern for this planet called earth is in danger the core slowly eaten away by gases fumes and tree felling which is happening day by day. Rain falling is two parts acid. The flowers die, killing the bees, no honey to sustain us let's look again at the trees. The rain forests are rapidly falling for greed of man and gain. Do what you can to save the earth. Do not let us die in vain.

Growing Old Money spent here, money spent there, money spent most everywhere. Where does it go? What does it do? None of it's spent on me or you. Officials get paid. Grand cars they drive. Functions and feasts they attend. Tell us to pull in our belts, while they live it up and go out to spend, spend, spend. Winter is here, chill and cold, a call from death, for them that's old. No comfort or warmth by night or day. No money to spare, still the bills to pay. Two world wars they fought and won. Thousands died by the bombs and guns, Them that are left should have ease of their bones. Let there be contentment and warmth in their homes. Give them their rights for what it is worth. Make their last years a heaven on earth.

Who Cares The cold wet days of winter. The long dark silent night, when the poor, the old, the lonely, have time to heed their plight, No fires burning brightly, no happiness to share, when you're wrapped up in a blanket, sat in an old armchair. Thinking of yesteryear, that seems so far away. When hopes were so much higher with work and help and play. No muggings, glue, or drugs to put your mind in dread of going to the shops or lying home in bed. Maybe the day will come when faith is there once more, to answering a knock which comes upon your door. God bides his time, of that we know. His justice comes sure, if slow. So heed these words, those in power, do not watch the people cower. Give them help and peace of mind that you would give to your own kind.

Time to Share A passing day another night, how time goes quickly by. No time for this, no time for that, we grumble with a sigh, but if we stopped and thought awhile of others and their needs, we surely could find the time to do a few good deeds. Try talking to the old folk of happy times gone by, or playing with the young ones, give it another try. Let's all be friends together, let laughter lead the way. Bring happiness to others, so pass the time of day.

Christmas at Locherbie Evening has come with its usual care. Nightime is nigh, bringing unknown despair. The quiet of the hillsides. The still of the glens. People are settling at home, or with friends. Lights in village are twinkling and bright, beckoning a welcome, to those out that night. Christmas is near, goodwill to all men. The hour has gone six, it happens then. A plane overhead explodes into flame. The village of Locherbie is never the same. Nurses, doctors, firemen, police, were quickly on the scene, aiding where help was needed. Quelling fires where houses had been. Their faces told the story, of that dreadful night. The outrage of Pan-Ams number 103 flight. May comfort come to families, who are stricken down with grief. Let their faith never waver, may their prayers bring some relief.

Troubled times are here to stay. The same old cry from day to day, I've been robbed, she's been mugged, houses and properties, they've been bugged. No-one in power takes note or cares if you're knifed in the back or raped on the stairs. Young or old, rich or poor, so afraid won't open the door. Virtual prisoners in your own home, while them to blame are free to roam. What to do, how to act, we have to approach it with guille and tact. No-one can retalliate with blows, or retorts, or it's we the innocents who end up in the courts, either paying compensation or serving time in jail, while the guilty are laughing, blazing a trail to the next victim. Yes, wait and see, could be you tomorrow or perhaps even me. Is it not time to make a stand, write to the Commons, write and demand something to be done before it's too late, before the criminal walks through your gate.

By way of request to this Lancashire boy, Here is a test I've posted for Joy. Come on an' knock that sherry back An' fill thisel' wi' cheer, An' ged i' th' mood fer Christmas, Then after that th' New 'ear. Jeff PMSL x