I witnessed a crime
Freddy Woo writes, "A group of us once staggered home so insensible with drink that we failed to notice someone being killed and buried in a shallow grave not more than 50 yards away. A crime unsolved to this day."
Have you witnessed a crime and done bugger all about it? Or are you a have-a-go hero?
Whatever. Tell us about it...
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 11:53)
Freddy Woo writes, "A group of us once staggered home so insensible with drink that we failed to notice someone being killed and buried in a shallow grave not more than 50 yards away. A crime unsolved to this day."
Have you witnessed a crime and done bugger all about it? Or are you a have-a-go hero?
Whatever. Tell us about it...
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 11:53)
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roses
He used to give me roses
I wish he could again
But that was on the outside
And things were different then
We build our world together
With a love so clear and strong
But that was on the outside
Where did I go wrong?
On the inside the sun still shines
And the rain falls down
But the sun and rain are prisoners too
When morning comes around
Last night I dreamed we were together
Sharing all the love we'd known
'Til I had to face the nightmare
Of waking up alone
On the inside the sun still shines
And the rain falls down
But the sun and rain are prisoners too
When morning comes around
On the inside the roses grow
They don't mind the stoney ground
But the roses here are prisoners too
When morning comes around
He used to give me roses
I wish he could again
But that was on the outside
And things were different then
( , Wed 20 Feb 2008, 16:17, Reply)
He used to give me roses
I wish he could again
But that was on the outside
And things were different then
We build our world together
With a love so clear and strong
But that was on the outside
Where did I go wrong?
On the inside the sun still shines
And the rain falls down
But the sun and rain are prisoners too
When morning comes around
Last night I dreamed we were together
Sharing all the love we'd known
'Til I had to face the nightmare
Of waking up alone
On the inside the sun still shines
And the rain falls down
But the sun and rain are prisoners too
When morning comes around
On the inside the roses grow
They don't mind the stoney ground
But the roses here are prisoners too
When morning comes around
He used to give me roses
I wish he could again
But that was on the outside
And things were different then
( , Wed 20 Feb 2008, 16:17, Reply)
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