Oh..Danny boy...Oh danny boy the pipes the pipes the pipes are calling...the summer is gone
and all the roses falling...its you its you must go and I must bide..
But come ye back when summer is in the meadow..or when the valley is hushed and white with snow... yes I will be here in sunshine or in shadows....Oh danny boy Oh danny boy..... I love u so....
But when ye come and all the flowers are dying..... if I am dead and dead I well may be...You will come and find the place where I am lying..... and kneel and say an ave prayer for me...
and I shall hear though soft you tread above me.......and on my grave will warmer sweeter be..
for you will bend and tell me that you love me...and I shall sleep in peace.... until you come to me .....
You remind me of the wimp, that runs his mouth until he gets his buddies into a bar fight. Then is the first one out the side door as soon as the punches start to fly.
Grow a backbone u
ok, we'll see how you feel in a few years. thousands more will die, we'll spend the hundreds of billions. NO we wont be able to steal their oil, they'll keep on RIGHTFULLY so! sabatoging that lil' greedy plan. then, you morons will be like 'why didnt we get out of there'? lets skip the bull
Yes Don..... I might be prim and proper.. at least during the day and I perspire...and sip tea... (havent noticed about the pinkie) and I have all the bodily functions you do...just maybe not as often,, and as a lady most times I prefer not to say "