Rhetorics For Granddad

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Is it the hair as white as snow? Or the smile as broad as Santa Claus? Is it the cookie on a midnight call? Or the free spree all around the room? Is it both hands filled with candies? Or both pockets stacked with goodies? Is it the wrinkle on your face? Or your poise that is no longer in place? There is just something about you granddad That makes you an attraction to the kids Upon your knees they play with boisterous abandon Without cares and without fears they jolly along The cheer in their voices reveals the truth The glint in their eyes is all I need to see To make me know You run the show A pushover for love you may seem But it makes me see How much I'm loved by Supremacy My first and greatest Grandpa Daddy God! ©heavenly_broadcast

2018-09-09 21:17:24

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Прошу не уходи , Ты луч ,что красит день всех Как тяжело так просто отпустить , Твой свет от шоколад творений Ты весела всегда ,поддержишь если грустно Всем здесь стала важна И в тоже время согреешь теплотою гнусно На аве так няшна с котейками мимишна , С улыбкою ясна й не будет так прывична ! Мне грустно без тебя , хорошая зайчуга !! Я ж буду так скучать за твоими стишками , Что даришь всем сполна С любовью й ораматом тепловой ласки :) Оть доброты твоей Сб стал радостью излучен :) Ведь многим принесла Частичку доброты с улыбочкой уюта лучик 🌹 (( 🍫✨🌹💕)) P.s: Посвященно Дозе с любовью от Морки 💕🍫))) ( Одна и единственная на Сб Шоко-котейка ,что поднимает настроение другим своим позитивным настроением 🍫💕)) https://www.surgebook.com/alievaelmira/blog/ejk3a46

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I Saw a Dream

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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.

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