She is often forgotten, taken for granted, she shines so brightly above us all, and what do we marvel at? Why, the stars in the sky when she goes away, the millions of far away sparks that are no longer alive, while she spends her life keeping us alive.
She misses her love, but alas, she can only find them every six months... we are her children, she looks upon us as we live our lives.
Yes, stars shine amongst the darkness and that is beautiful, but she shines and turns the sky blue! She makes the rivers sparkle and the grass grow! She plays with the clouds and winks at each and every one of us.
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For a wonderful woman. In memory of my Grandma.
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Hey guys... sorry!
It’s been a very long time!! My computer broke, work got busy, I have had some health issues... I let my upgrades slip and thus now need to wait for pay day, but I promise, i’ll be getting back to this stuff!
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Well, I'm a steamroller, baby, I'm bound to roll all over you.
Yes, I'm a steamroller now, baby, I'm bound to roll all over you.
I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock 'n roll and shoot you full of rhythm and blues.
Steamroller - James Taylor.
Little Feet, Big Flares - Amy Moz.
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White Rose Morris Men at Whittlesea Straw Bear by Amy Moz
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Witchmen at Whittlesea Straw Bear by Amy Moz
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Straw Bears at Whittlesea Straw Bear by Amy Moz
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Bakanalia at Whittlesea Straw Bear by Amy Moz
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Gog Magog Molly at Whittlesea Straw Bear by Amy Moz
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Red Leicester Morris at Whittlesea Straw Bear 2015 by Amy Moz
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Otley, Up and other such stuff - Amy Moz
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