Thursday 29 June 2006

The Green Green Grass of Home

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The green, green grass of home

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And there're those old trees I used to play on.

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The old house is still standing

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Down the lane I walk ...

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... with Mom's sweet Mira, hair of gold and lips like cherries.

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2 comments:

  1. the old home town looks the same,
    as I step our from the train,
    and there to meet me
    is my mama and my papa...

    Good ol' Tom Jones!

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  2. Ah, one of the songs that I used to perform every night back in the day!

    Love the picture/caption duo! LOL

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