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by gouda on 20 June 2012 - 15:06
Though my hair is white as snow
Though my sight is growing dim,
Still He bids me trust in Him.
(CHORUS)
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YES, JESUS LOVES ME.. YES, JESUS LOVES ME..
YES, JESUS LOVES ME FOR THE BIBLE TELLS ME SO.
With my hand in His I'll go
On through life, let come what may,
He'll be there to lead the way.
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In my heart He puts a song.
Telling me in words so clear,
"Have no fear, for I am near."
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And life's victories have been won.
He will take me home above,
Then I'll understand His love
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Have I ever told Him so?
Jesus loves to hear me say,
That I love Him every day.
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by Two Moons on 20 June 2012 - 18:06
Does anyone have the lyrics to how much is that doggie in the window?
(just shaking my head here)
Moons.

by yellowrose of Texas on 20 June 2012 - 20:06
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple
Warning
the other j

by fawndallas on 21 June 2012 - 15:06

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