She looked out of the hospital window, impatient. Folding her arms on the cold stone sill, she knew. The thaw would be too late. #130story
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She looked out of the hospital window, impatient. Folding her arms on the cold stone sill, she knew. The thaw would be too late. #130story
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A song by a vicar
About bell ringing
Like to Swing
My Ding-A-Ling-A-Ling
Never played
On Songs of Praise
Oddly, thought obscene
The world of politics is like an adventure playground. One day you are on the slide and the next you are on the swing. #130story
On the prison clock at one o’clock
John chariot was going to swing
A murderous man with no remorse
So the prisoner… https://t.co/8VKvysSEW5
Swing low, swing charity.... is not a song I sing. I hate sport. Duvet time and tiddlywinks is my speed #130story
You cannot win
If you do not play
You cannot get a hit
If you do not swing
Look to the future
To the past, you must not cling
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Avoiding, evading
There is a thin line
They call it paradise
A place so divine
Deposits in Caymen
Investments in… https://t.co/IDIFJRD0Sz
Three years ago Bill spent hours designing, measuring, cutting and building a chicken coop swing. THEY NEVER USED IT #130story
Optimism
It’s the tepid rays of the sun
It’s the swing of the dusty catkins
It’s the nod of the lonely snowdrop
Spring is coming
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