White desks and lots of windows to look out;
the New Kilpatrick hills in the distance.
Fresh young faces, full of hope for the future;
their whole life ahead of them-I remember feeling like that.
As the sun rises in the east, I wonder at its beauty,
and pause to enjoy the miracle of nature.
In the horizon, I see a new door opening,
as I prepare to sing my swan song.
I looked at him fondly, only to hear him say, och I’m ducking oot, I’ve had enough of you. With tear filled eyes, I gazed again, and...
Evil appears, even when things are good. Its shape can be human, physical or virtual. It knocks on the door with unclean spirits. Use the...
The train to Bridgeton kept it simple. No scurrying about for parking, time to take in the sun at the cross, watching the locals passing...
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