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    Default Isn't it great to be alive?

    I see trees of green,
    red roses too.
    I see them bloom,
    for me and you.
    And I think to myself,
    what a wonderful world.

    I see skies of blue,
    And clouds of white.
    The bright blessed day,
    The dark sacred night.
    And I think to myself,
    What a wonderful world.

    The colors of the rainbow,
    So pretty in the sky.
    Are also on the faces,
    Of people going by,
    I see friends shaking hands.
    Saying, "How do you do?"
    They're really saying,
    "I love you".

    I hear babies cry,
    I watch them grow,
    They'll learn much more,
    Than I'll ever know.
    And I think to myself,
    What a wonderful world.

    Yes, I think to myself,
    What a wonderful world.

    Oh yeah.

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    Quote Originally Posted by mushi View Post
    I see trees of green,
    red roses too.
    I see them bloom,
    for me and you.
    And I think to myself,
    what a wonderful world.

    I see skies of blue,
    And clouds of white.
    The bright blessed day,
    The dark sacred night.
    And I think to myself,
    What a wonderful world.

    The colors of the rainbow,
    So pretty in the sky.
    Are also on the faces,
    Of people going by,
    I see friends shaking hands.
    Saying, "How do you do?"
    They're really saying,
    "I love you".

    I hear babies cry,
    I watch them grow,
    They'll learn much more,
    Than I'll ever know.
    And I think to myself,
    What a wonderful world.

    Yes, I think to myself,
    What a wonderful world.

    Oh yeah.

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    No.

    What about love?
    It's defective! It's always breaking in half

    What about sex?
    It's defective! It's never built to really last

    What about your family?
    It's defective! All the batteries are shot

    What about your friends?
    It's defective! All the parts are out of stock

    What about hope?
    It's defective! It's corroded and decayed

    What about faith?
    It's defective! It's tattered and it's frayed

    What about you gods?
    They're defective! They forgot the warranty

    What about your town?
    It's defective! It's a dead-end street to me

    What about your school?
    It's defective! It's a pack of useless lies

    What about your work?
    It's defective! It's a crock and then you die

    What about your childhood?
    It's defective! It's dead and buried in the past

    What about your future?
    It's defective! And you can shove it up your ass

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    ”The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.”

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    Quote Originally Posted by mushi View Post
    I see trees of green,
    red roses too.
    I see them bloom,
    for me and you.
    And I think to myself,
    what a wonderful world.

    I see skies of blue,
    And clouds of white.
    The bright blessed day,
    The dark sacred night.
    And I think to myself,
    What a wonderful world.

    The colors of the rainbow,
    So pretty in the sky.
    Are also on the faces,
    Of people going by,
    I see friends shaking hands.
    Saying, "How do you do?"
    They're really saying,
    "I love you".

    I hear babies cry,
    I watch them grow,
    They'll learn much more,
    Than I'll ever know.
    And I think to myself,
    What a wonderful world.

    Yes, I think to myself,
    What a wonderful world.

    Oh yeah.
    This is a very special song for me, I love so much


    ❤️ Merry christmas ! ❤️


    ❤️ in Dublin ❤️

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    Quote Originally Posted by mushi View Post
    I see trees of green,
    red roses too.
    I see them bloom,
    for me and you.
    And I think to myself,
    what a wonderful world.

    I see skies of blue,
    And clouds of white.
    The bright blessed day,
    The dark sacred night.
    And I think to myself,
    What a wonderful world.

    The colors of the rainbow,
    So pretty in the sky.
    Are also on the faces,
    Of people going by,
    I see friends shaking hands.
    Saying, "How do you do?"
    They're really saying,
    "I love you".

    I hear babies cry,
    I watch them grow,
    They'll learn much more,
    Than I'll ever know.
    And I think to myself,
    What a wonderful world.

    Yes, I think to myself,
    What a wonderful world.

    Oh yeah.
    You know id print that off and shove it up your poetic arsehole? I mean it must be real good to be alive when you spend your time writing poetry. Im mean its real relaxing isnt it? God knows it the when my time comes and im lying on some road or some bed in some strange place its exactly what the doc ordered. Seriously. Can you imagine lying there and the docs are around you? Therometers up your hole, machines jumping left right and center and all you can hear is "this one is fucked alright". Then from nowhere this soft caring voice comes into your ear. West? Pssssssst Westsidex? Your not very good. We have to call all your family and friends and the priest. So about a half hour later about four people come into see uncle west off (priest included). But wait?????????? This one is no pushover. He isnt going quietly and before you know it. Westsidex has the priest grabbed by the arm. Locked together in a moment of sudden yet brief unity. I waaa, I wan you to bing sometin for me Burp. What would you like up to bring you westsidex cries the priest. everyone leans forward to hear, theres over a thousand people in the room now. People have travelled from all cornors of the country to hear this battle cry..........................

    Bring me a fukcin poem of sorts will you. this shit is boring!

    Westside.

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