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Wine, songs and love. They adorn the festive night: So live, whoever imagines kissing and loving and drinking and singing! Three friendly stars flash into the darkness of life; the stars sparkling so confidently; They are called song, love and wine ... Theodor Körner

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Sep 25, 2017

Sep 25, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC

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Wine, songs and love. They adorn the festive night: So live, whoever imagines kissing and loving and drinking and singing! Three friendly stars flash into the darkness of life; the stars sparkling so confidently; They are called song, love and wine ... Theodor Körner

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Did I ever tell you That we all burn Because our lives Are all so ****** up? Life is so ******* Meaningless! We live our lives Every day On hope. Not necessarily because We believe in it But because That's all we have To rely on. ©Jack Aylward

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Feb 12, 2017

Feb 12, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC

We Live On Hope

Did I ever tell you That we all burn Because our lives Are all so ****** up? Life is so ******* Meaningless! We live our lives Every day On hope. Not necessarily because We believe in it But because That's all we have To rely on. ©Jack Aylward

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I'll Take All Loves Yearning. Jack Aylward, 2/10/16

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Oct 1, 2016

Oct 1, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC

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I'll Take All Loves Yearning. Jack Aylward, 2/10/16

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Sipping ice-lemon tea whilst People watching.... Regardless of time I float almost into a reverie Not of dream but Gently listening to the songs of the skylarks. © Jack Aylward 11th May 2016

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May 12, 2016

May 12, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC

Spring

Sipping ice-lemon tea whilst People watching.... Regardless of time I float almost into a reverie Not of dream but Gently listening to the songs of the skylarks. © Jack Aylward 11th May 2016

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I kiss you On tiptoes Under the Butter of The sun. ©Jack Aylward 29th April 2016

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Apr 30, 2016

Apr 30, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC

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I kiss you On tiptoes Under the Butter of The sun. ©Jack Aylward 29th April 2016

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The sleepers Echoed their nightmares Into the night Bringing with them emptiness And sorrow Into their everyday lives. ©Jack Aylward

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Feb 20, 2016

Feb 20, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC

The Sleepers

The sleepers Echoed their nightmares Into the night Bringing with them emptiness And sorrow Into their everyday lives. ©Jack Aylward

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I bark at the moon But no-one has heard me Not even God. ©Jack Aylward

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Feb 20, 2016

Feb 20, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC

Why Has God Forsaken Me?

I bark at the moon But no-one has heard me Not even God. ©Jack Aylward

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In the dark hours Of insanity We howl at the moon. In quiet desperation We stab our eyes out So we can't bear witness To the crimes We commit. We make ourselves deaf Till our ears bleed So we can't hear the voices That tell us to engage in ****** ©Jack Aylward

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Feb 20, 2016

Feb 20, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC

Voices

In the dark hours Of insanity We howl at the moon. In quiet desperation We stab our eyes out So we can't bear witness To the crimes We commit. We make ourselves deaf Till our ears bleed So we can't hear the voices That tell us to engage in ****** ©Jack Aylward

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Beauty in a thousand ****** pictures Of beautiful Women. Beauty in a thousand Miles of your mind. Beauty in a thousand Bulging ******* In flimsy low-cut cotton blouses. Beauty in a thousand Motion pictures Of Marilyn Monroe. ©Jack Aylward

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Feb 20, 2016

Feb 20, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC

Beauty In A Thousand.....

Beauty in a thousand ****** pictures Of beautiful Women. Beauty in a thousand Miles of your mind. Beauty in a thousand Bulging ******* In flimsy low-cut cotton blouses. Beauty in a thousand Motion pictures Of Marilyn Monroe. ©Jack Aylward

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..... The colour of water? The colour of the world? The colour of the wind? The colour of the air We breathe? The colour of your kiss? The colour of your mind? The colour of your soul? The colour of your life? ©Jack Aylward

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Feb 20, 2016

Feb 20, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC

what is....

..... The colour of water? The colour of the world? The colour of the wind? The colour of the air We breathe? The colour of your kiss? The colour of your mind? The colour of your soul? The colour of your life? ©Jack Aylward

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