I pour the kettle half/drinking a tea on your behalf
I remember your laugh/picking out your epitaph
I waved you goodbye/we know what churches imply
I find friends easy to come by/loneliness hard to deny
I see my life unfulfilled/river of woe unstilled
I tried to rebuild/but the bed is only half...
If David Walliams threw up bile consisting of little David Walliams', the little David's would be washing their shame off in the shower within ten minutes
With Sunderland top of the league on my virtual game on my very real computer, I wonder if life could ever get better. Then I remember I'm the female Victoria Wood and I smile a smile the length of the promenade
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.