On holiday in August 2009 and we got up to play a couple of sings to clear the bar. Listen to it and find out why...Lol!
Monday, 17 August 2009
Music on holiday
Sunday, 28 June 2009
Saturday, 27 June 2009
Poetry
Without Words
Eerie silence, falls upon
This tranquil rise of a better place.
Love-curled lips, so lonely upon
The missing of your love-filled face.
In darkness, I may not find the time
In sleep, I always find the place.
...and in that place, I always find you there
Then gaze upon the wonder
Of your beautiful face.
By
Alan Miller
Eerie silence, falls upon
This tranquil rise of a better place.
Love-curled lips, so lonely upon
The missing of your love-filled face.
In darkness, I may not find the time
In sleep, I always find the place.
...and in that place, I always find you there
Then gaze upon the wonder
Of your beautiful face.
By
Alan Miller
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