Lost Treasure
phoebe
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Your words are so precious to me…
Words we use every day take new life at your lips,
Your finger tips.
Like gold they shine, like diamonds they sparkle.
Every time I hear your words, see your words, I sit and marvel.
Words from you used to be like grains of sand on a beach… everywhere.
Words of comfort, words to teach…
Who knew words could ever be so priceless.
Your words… are precious to me.
Words we use every day take new life at your lips,
Your finger tips.
Like gold they shine, like diamonds they sparkle.
Every time I hear your words, see your words, I sit and marvel.
Words from you used to be like grains of sand on a beach… everywhere.
Words of comfort, words to teach…
Who knew words could ever be so priceless.
Your words… are precious to me.
The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
-Mahatma Gandhi
-Mahatma Gandhi
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Also, I just want to say, that this part:
...was my favourite. The words you chose there... it's lilting. It all kinda rolls off the tongue.
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I like to keep 'em simple sometimes.
-Mahatma Gandhi
I know what you mean about elementary sounding rhymes! I hate it when people rhyme love and above... it's SO over done.
-Mahatma Gandhi
i have the opposite problem....:S i can get too ornate and flowery
this was a sweet read
u said it best
Fred says, just now, "Oh how I simply love
fried haddock with my sausages and fries!"
He doesn't see the falling weight above
That lands upon his head. The end. He dies.
said my dad
Tom
the cranky old fart
wrote sadly bad
poms
but everyone said
they just loved his
aplomb