Alone

RUBY TUESDAY

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ALONE

Sometimes it's good to be alone

To think of happiness you've known.

To live again the days gone past,

Wishing they had not gone so fast.

Not to lose oneself in sorrow,

Nor to rail against the morrow,

But to give thanks for well-lived days,

And simply to stand awhile and gaze.

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                                                 Gerald Gee

NO MAN IS AN ISLAND

I am a feminist through and through but I'm hopelessly impractical

So how do I accomplish things? Well it's often problematical.

First catch the husband off his guard, admitting work is needed,

Then pounce, suggesting time and place, to ensure your words are heeded.

The conversations go like this......' That bush is in the wrong place.'

'I'll move it sometime' (that is him, with a bored look on his face.)

Three days later 'I thought you said that bush should be over there?'

His response....'Did I say that?' Mine.....'Yes, I was there.'

Several days later I remark 'What a lovely sunny day!

The perfect day to move that bush!' (See how I get my way!)

'I don't think it needs moving!' Is this a rear-guard action?

'You said it did!' Oh dearie me! He's making a retraction!

'Oh for goodness sake!' He's rather peeved, but picking up a spade!

The bush is moved! The deed is done! The situation's saved!.

But look at the yellow island to see what happens next!

No wonder the poor old husband is looking a little vexed!

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