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OH YEAH........
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OH YEAH........  OH YEAH!!! "Don't count the days, make the days count" |
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baby i wish that was you and Me
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Looks like tonight my husband is going to be the lucky man in the sketch. We have a date in a little while. Dinner, the Gordon Lightfoot concert at UPAC, and the marital bed. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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Damn, I'd hoped it would be me.
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5/14/2012 2:22 pm |
That pose left me awe-struck. There are so many possible activities in that poaition. What does it remind you of?
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5/14/2012 2:23 pm |
Gordon Lightfoot is one of my favorite musicians.
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That pose left me awe-struck. There are so many possible activities in that poaition. What does it remind you of? And arching to feel him. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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Gordon Lightfoot is one of my favorite musicians. There's an ocean in my mind I'd give the world if I could find A sailing ship and leave the past behind Now that I must say adieu It's killing me, I'm telling you When freedom calls what can a person do I have felt the winds of change Go stealing through my heart and soul How wild it seems In love songs and in nursery rhymes On movie screens, in fairy tales Lie broken dreams Life's broken dreams, love's broken dreams Sometimes a broken dream Will make you sad or make you mean Sometimes things ain't as bad as they might seem You might walk a lonely street Until one day you chance to meet A stranger who might ask where have you been You will see the light of change Come shining through your windowpane When hope is gone Though money, fame, and riches are For fools and kings or anything That turns them on Life's broken deals, life's spinning wheels There's an ocean I have found I'd like to sail the world around And dream about the life I hope I'll find Now that I must say adieu To love's returns, I'm telling you When freedom calls what can a person do I have felt the winds of change Go stealing through my heart and soul How wild they seem In sounds of spring, in winter storms In autumn gales, on summer morns Lie broken dreams In love songs and in nursery rhymes On movie screens, in fairy tales Lie broken dreams, life's broken dreams, love's broken dreams "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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hahaha .... The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee." The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead when the skies of November turn gloomy. With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty, that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed when the "Gales of November" came early. The ship was the pride of the American side coming back from some mill in Wisconsin. As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most with a crew and good captain well seasoned, concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms when they left fully loaded for Cleveland. And later that night when the ship's bell rang, could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'? The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound and a wave broke over the railing. And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too 'twas the witch of November come stealin'. The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait when the Gales of November came slashin'. When afternoon came it was freezin' rain in the face of a hurricane west wind. When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin'. "Fellas, it's too rough t'feed ya." At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said, "Fellas, it's bin good t'know ya!" The captain wired in he had water comin' in and the good ship and crew was in peril. And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Does any one know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours? The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er. They might have split up or they might have capsized; they may have broke deep and took water. And all that remains is the faces and the names of the wives and the sons and the daughters. Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings in the rooms of her ice-water mansion. Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams; the islands and bays are for sportsmen. And farther below Lake Ontario takes in what Lake Erie can send her, And the iron boats go as the mariners all know with the Gales of November remembered. In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed, in the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral." The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald. The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee." "Superior," they said, "never gives up her dead when the gales of November come early!"
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I bet he could write me a great one using material from this blog. I fear I wouldn't like the muse. A tormented sensual soul. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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5/26/2012 9:11 am |
I want to be able to sing this to you sometime soon. The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face by Ewan McCall The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave To the night and the empty skies my love To the night and the empty skies The first time ever I kissed your mouth I felt the earth turn in my hand Like the trembling heart of a captive bird That was there at my command my love That was there at my command The first time ever I lay with you And felt your heart beat close to mine I thought our joy would fill the earth And would last til the end of time my love And would last til the end of time The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave To the night and the empty skies my love To the night and the empty skies
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I want to be able to sing this to you sometime soon. The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face by Ewan McCall The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave To the night and the empty skies my love To the night and the empty skies The first time ever I kissed your mouth I felt the earth turn in my hand Like the trembling heart of a captive bird That was there at my command my love That was there at my command The first time ever I lay with you And felt your heart beat close to mine I thought our joy would fill the earth And would last til the end of time my love And would last til the end of time The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave To the night and the empty skies my love To the night and the empty skies "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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