dear delilah








Fathers, be good to your daughters; daughters will love like you do.

you are the strength and the weight of her world

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Stream her with roses and daisies, dear mother,
let all that she speak be all that that she hears.
For no higher, no higher let her forehead doth grow;
and so dote, dote my mother, my mother so dear
and let her run free with a conscience so clear


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Monday, 9 July 2007

Maybe with the preparations of the choir concert, and the stress and conflicts, I'd suddenly realise that I'd rather no one comes for this concert.

Is this the graduating concert I've dreamt of...?



Don't worry, boogers, I've got your tickets. No, I haven't recieved them. No, I don't want to complain. With the apparent full house on saturday, I'd expect they'll return me $12, $2 for each.

In return, I'd rather you all plug your ear and close your eyes when we go on stage. Yep, its gonna be a right LAUGH.

HAH. hah.

he told me that I've done alright
and kissed me till the morning light