married with 5 children, Went to John street school. Like reading writing, walking, sawing, meeting people, holidays days out, making things, Things I like.
Best book Girl on the cliff, by Lucinda Riley,
Saterday by Ian Mcewan.
Best place Dorham Massy.and St Anns.
Best flime Entrapment.
Best show Les Missablar. more »
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winifred thorpe Poems
i think Motorways are a pain every road looks just the same, The only thing you get there fast, but the journey's made to last,
My Eyes Are Dim.
My eyes are dim, I cannot see the light, each day, just looks like the night, I feel my way around the room,
young at heart
I know a man of forty, who looks like twenty one, his hair is black as ebony, he's tall and straight and walks with pride,
the place I love
high on a hill in the Lakes beside a stream i rest, The green grass lightly swaying in the place that I love best, the ripple of the water running thought my hand, the silence that is golden, now I understand.
My dearest dear
My dearest dear, My heart beat's faster at your tender touch, Your smile, Is like the sun upon the shore, Open and true, it makes me love you more, O! my dear, don't let the sands of time,
Which with others you may share, But, true family's are wonderful something precious something rare. Sometimes I'm in trouble and a helping hand they lend my family will always listen, and understand.
I kneel me down to pray and think about today, Did I do the things that are right and did I say my prayers last night. Was my laughter much to loud and was I standing much too proud,
I like your smile, when i visit, Your smile warms my heart, You try so hard to hide the pain, And always look the same,
Put up your hands the robber said as he pulled the old lady out of her bed,
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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i think Motorways are a pain
every road looks just the same,
The only thing you get there fast,
but the journey's made to last,
Now I would rather be on a road that's for me
where i go slow and watch and see,
The trees, the meadows, and the sea,
people shopping for there tea.
You can stop at an inn and enjoy,
a meal, or take a walk down the street,
or chat with people that you meet.
yes motorways are not for me,
even thought there fast,
I enjoy the A roads,
Even thought I am last.