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To love is to share my life with you To build special plans just for two We will work side by side And smile with pride As one by one, dreams all come true To love is to help and encourage With compassion and praise To take time to share To listen and care In tender and devoting ways To love is to have someone special One who you can always depend To be there forever Sharing the laughter and tears As a partner, a lover, a friend To love is to have extraordinary memories Of moments you love to recall Of all the good things That this sharing brings Of sharing life with you Love is the greatest of all I've learned the full m

Everybody knows about the man who lives in the house on 200 Jeklyn Street. Noises of strange laughter and the sound of sawering endlessly come from that house. In that house lives Sigurd the Sawer. 'I can't believe she just disappeared,' a well tanned girl said to her friends, 'Julia is going to be so upset.' 'Upset about what?' a girl whose brown hair sucked up the sun light asked from behind her. They all looked at her sadly. Something bad had happened. 'Well Julia, Keran was. . . umm. . . you tell her Sean,' the girl said. Julia looked intently at her boyfriend. 'Come sit here,' Julia sat next to him, 'Keran was last seen at Sigurd t

Lillian started the day like any other. Her brother yelling at their Mum and her Dad already off at work before any of them got up. As soon as she got up she knew that at the end of the day her grouch of a father would boom his voice and grossly eat the take away tea. Her Mum didn't cook anymore, now that she and Dad were working. Then he'd slouch in his chair watch a bit of a cops and robbers show and go off to bed. If anything went wrong he'd become a horrid black faced, greasy sleeved, joy destroyer. In Lillian's eyes he was already destroying more things than joy. Just the thought of her father made her gut wrench. When he lost his job b

It wasn't long till the tournament was up, but it wasn't in the one place… all the time. It ended up in unexpected places, like by the beach or on the top of sky high building. Each contestant got a note saying where to be at what time. Also a photo of who they would fight. One morning Bashi got his first, it was slipped under his door. A white paper folded sealed with pressed red wax. It cracked softly open and a photo fell onto the table. 'Alfresco at the Morning Sun licensed restaurant. At four o'clock this afternoon. Good, I can have a drink afterwards,' he laughed to himself. A cute little girl with black hair, dressed in a pretty

A day into forever it seems, of race, of gender and grace, of sex and disowning. Our life wasn't like that. We didn't want it to be like that. So far away our wishes and dreams were, that only one of us would be able to continue. Then suddenly time just stops for the traveller, one perplexing moment, in between the void of life and hell. It was terrifying to see you walking in the way you did. You may have disappeared for many a year, but suddenly into my space, you walked with self-contained grace and you disowned our past life. I choked up inside and tried to hide, but with your omniscience, with your disownment, you saw me. I had nowhere