She loves the free fresh wind in her hair; Life without care. She's broke but it's oke; that's why the lady is a tramp.
Rule 4: Identify your target beyond all doubt
Laughs and tears you sentimental thing you 'Dougie'. But that's good isn't it.
War I think is like that, laughs and tears. I know the grass has never been greener and the birds have never sung sweeter for me. I think it comes from a heightening of the senses.
Perhaps a Woman always lives a little closer to laughs and tears. They find relief in both it is said.
Perhaps hunting brings men all a little closer to laughs and tears. I know I feel the exhilaration of the shot and the sadness when I reach down to run my hands over a sika stag in his new early summer coat. And such a pelt it is too, glowing in the early morning sun and it makes you think, has this creature really evolved from some primitive ooze many thousands of years ago as some claim. Or did it take the Master Designer of all things to put such a wonderful creature together. Every single quill of the thousands present in this beautiful animals coat has own unique place in the grand design of it.
Then I think, this cannot be just be the result of an accident. Nah it cant be, can it?
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