jeg er kun herinde for at spille........ men smid gerne en hilsen i gæstebogen
Er altid med på et spil snakes and ladders
Life
What is our life? A play of passion, Our mirth the music of division, Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be, Where we are dressed for this short comedy. Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, That sits and marks still who doth act amiss. Our graves that hide us from the setting sun Are like drawn curtains when the play is done. Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest, Only we die in earnest, that's no jest.
Sir Walter Raleigh
My Best Friend Today I found a friend, Who knew everything I felt. She knew my every weakness, And the problems I've been dealt.She understood my wonders, And listened to my dreams. She listened to how I felt about life and love, And knew what it all means.Not once did she interrupt me, Or tell me I was wrong. She understood what I was going through, And promised she'd stay longI reached out to this friend To show her that i care To pull her close and let her know How much I need her thereI went to hold her hand To pull her a bit nearer And realized that this perfect friend I found Was nothing but my mirror.