They constantly eat on the hoof and, wherever they go, there... litter dropped in leafy lanes... IT'S BAD. And, they drop water bottles, which suggests their health conscious, for themselves, not the planet. It’s SAD. And, they drive in cars, with stickers in the back saying 'young children on board', as they use their mobiles and take twisting turns down the lanes... they deserve death: for themselves, not the planet.
They say, we’re in it together, as we’re sold down the river and, do as we’re told, as the bankers reap their bonus’s, that were paid for by us, which we’ll pay for, by working longer and paying more, while the debt increases year on year and the average Joe loses more in real turn, when they look to their saving account, wondering why, they paid into a pension, for all of their working life; such is the strife caused to the honest man, who pays what he should, when told, unlike those who pay, not to….
Whether or not you like your weather rainy, stormy with lightning and thunder, hailing, balmy, grey, or bright and sunny, with skies of blue, then if you feel plucky, then come to England, ‘coz we have the right kind, for you and often you’ll be lucky enough, to enjoy any or all, in one day. And, when you buy your ticket to fly, just remember that someone had to say, that not to take a mac, would be a blunder.
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I would enjoy that sort of weather.. It reminds me of how it was in Germany. It was alway so mild there, except for the bitter winters.
19th June 2012
Tuesday morning I woke feeling quite bright, as outside, it was sunny and bright and, having a free day and, a tv and freeview box in store for my need; I took myself out of the door and began to work on the gardens, then weeded the drive, then watered the Marigolds, in the beds and, the concrete troughs, that I’d carried round from the back, having lifted it carefully, of course. Then, after enjoying fish fingers for tea, Dad and me watched the news, as a dvd copy of True Blood Series Three taped away in the back; then after lying on my back awhile, to ease me knees, I then returned to the full-lotus, to watch some new C.S.I where I learnt the real name of D.B. Russell, “Now where’s my pause…damn, I can’t find it… ah there, gottit… now, rewind and play, that’s it, Diebenkorn!”
At times slow, then faster, as flurries of wind carry the rain yet again to my side of the house and I sit cross-legged and type, as steady drips fall against the sill, as the rain abates momentarily and then, for the briefest of moments there is quiet: until the wind blows hard once more and any concentration becomes a chore; as I sit and listen to the rain as it continues to pour. Such is the nature of British Summer-Time, in flaming June. Well you can flaming stick it I think, ‘coz our weather is so variable at this, or any other time of year I muse, as once more there’s a lull in the ferocity of the wind and the rain and as my eyes finally close and, as I finally begin to doze, I cannot help but wonder at what the new day will bring, in our good ‘ol British Summer-Time.
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sounds a lot like minnesota right now! it has been raining off and on for two weeks now.
She is... such dust as dreams are made of...
Even stars, in the night sky, envy Her and how she lightens a Life...
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ShalinaChay
01:12 Jun 23 2012
The inconderate way of society and the laziness of people is carried on from generation to generation. The only way to solve it is to make the children more consious and hold them responsible for their choices.