God save him, my Marine
Tell me, was it all for nothing
You held my hand
Made me smile so wide
Tell me, a secret to believe
Come home, come home
Don’t you dare be thinking
You’ve nothing to lose
Come home, come home
Tell me, you’re gonna be alright
Now you are gone
I should have confessed
Tell me, it wasn’t your last goodbye
Come home, come home
Don’t you dare be wearing
The Red, White, and Blue
Come home, come home
God save me, I fell for a marine.
Rose Colored Glasses by PumpkinSpiceIce, literature
Literature
Rose Colored Glasses
Well, my Grandpa always told me, That when you're in love, It's like looking at everything through a pair Of rose colored glasses. And: When you wear them, Everything's a brighter shade of right. When you wear them, Nothing seems to ever go wrong. When you wear them, Life is just a rosy shade of red. Oh girl, Can't you see? That boy is a messin' With your head. So don't let those rose colored glasses fool you You know that you're gonna go down! So don't let those rose colored glasses rule you, Girl, can't you see? That boy is a messin' around! You cook and you clean, You give the horses their feed, Oh man! What more does this boy need?
Review of Gordon Lightfoot (Old Dans Records) by GameUniverso, literature
Literature
Review of Gordon Lightfoot (Old Dans Records)
Album Review, “Old Dan’s Records” by Gordon Lightfoot
Beauty as is through my album here drips in a continuous rhythm of strength. For this case, I’m referring to its country energy on high/low notes between selections improved on from magnificence and surreal fictions, myself as pretty much given to obras against moments on end towards permission and restrictions. Here, there’s lots to be worried on as far as music is concerned since all this pretty matter, this… future, comes to me where the circle among me and my friends lies deeper than mere notion for what’s to be recognized in ongoing romance
Review of Kohnens Bakery in Tehachapi by GameUniverso, literature
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Review of Kohnens Bakery in Tehachapi
Restaurant Review, Kohnen’s Country Bakery in Tehachapi, California
This country bakery leaves me with a ploy of favorites next to German steins, T-shirts, and wooden chairs across from their dedication of sweets. Here I’m constantly reserved in bagatelle of service when the lobby is fresh and clean. Moments go on. A nice treat in the morning wakes me up to simple pleasures over my general neighborhood as I’m heading to a door in their foundation of knowledge for which German chocolate, something that’s called Kinder, reminds me of forgotten steps I’ve taken in Europe. Kohnen’s serves us as a German ba
Nobody knows Where the North wind blows Down past the Spring Fields 'En on where they go Past the Cree creek beds Through the hills and the stones 'Cause nobody knows Where the North wind blows! It goes past the place With the Mail Pouch sides Where a Day's Ton of work Could give ya peace of mind You could catch a little fish In your own spare time If only the source Of the wind we could find. It passed through the places With broken street signs Survived merely because Mercy often sighs Then it paused for a moment 'En on it did race Through the trailer Park 'o' women Blew the wind right in their face! No one can count them Not even he knows How many seeds Did the North wind sow? Don't bother with a ring On his finger 'Cause everybody knows - You cannot stop Where the North wind blows!