Bloggfærslur mánaðarins, febrúar 2009
27.2.2009 | 10:42
Bagover
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26.2.2009 | 08:12
Ríkur
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18.2.2009 | 14:56
Montien
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18.2.2009 | 06:01
Fyrirmigadmuna
What we have until it is gone;
Too often we wait too late to say
"I'm sorry - I was wrong." Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
We hold dearest to our hearts;
And we allow foolish things
To tear our lives apart. Far too many times we let
Unimportant things into our minds;
And then it's usually too late
To see what made us blind. So be sure that you let people know
How much they mean to you;
Take that time to Say the words
Before your time is through. Be sure that you appreciate
Everything you've got'
And be thankful for the Little Things
In Life that mean a lot....
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14.2.2009 | 15:32
Delight
Þessa daga hefur mér fundist veðrið vera fullkomið, vel heitt á daginn, hlýtt og svalt að kveldi. Fór í dag í brúðkaup hjá föðurfjölskyldu gulu minnar. Það sem var sér við þetta brúkaup, var að þetta var seinna hjónaband konurnar með innfæddum, ekki mjög algengt hér.
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6.2.2009 | 05:23
Slay
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3.2.2009 | 14:41
Nostalgic
I have often told you stories About the way I lived the life of a drifter Waiting for the day When I'd take your hand And sing you songs Then maybe you would say Come lay with me love me An..,,,
I have often told you stories About the way I lived the life of a drifter Waiting for the day When Id take your hand And sing you songs Then maybe you would say Come lay with me love me And I would surely stay But I feel Im growing older And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound Of a windmill goin round I guess Ill always be A soldier of fortune | Many times Ive been a traveller I looked for something new In days of old When nights were cold I wandered without you But those days I thougt my eyes Had seen you standing near Though blindness is confusing It shows that youre not here Now I feel Im growing older And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound Of a windmill goin round I guess Ill always be A soldier of fortune Yes, I can hear the sound Of a windmill goin round I guess Ill always be A soldier of fortune |
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