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Do you miss a period, are you worried.

Originally posted on dribblingpensioner:

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Do you miss a period, are you worried, do you even care about it, do you know you missed a period.

I think missing a period or several periods doe’s not matter at all, do you or other people really care or do they even know when you missed a period, its not the end of the world, life will carry on as normal.

To me a period is nothing to worry about, its either there are not, its not going to hurt anyone even the person who missed the period.

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Poetry challenge: Song title poem.

Originally posted on dribblingpensioner:

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A poetry challenge with a difference, which i thought up myself.

A poem made up completely from song titles only.

No additional words to be added.

It doe’s not need to rhyme and can be any length.

The poem should have a theme: love, travel, places, etc.

Get those fingers and minds working.

Visit here to enter.

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2013 in review

Originally posted on dribblingpensioner:

type102The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 47,000 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 17 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

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Making a baby.

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Making a baby.
This is hilarious!

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There is not one dirty word in it, and it is funny!

The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family

On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, ‘Well, I’m off now. The man should be here soon.’

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. ‘Good morning, Ma’am’, he said, ‘I’ve come to…’  

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All Hallows Eve

Originally posted on Poet's Corner:

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Sit still beneath the full moon’s stare
in heart of woods where few souls dare
to pause in quiet, rest and listen,
to hear the babbling brook that glistens
eerily on all hallows night,
by falling shadows and dancing light,
for sighs that come in moans and stirs
twixt shadowed breeze and moonlight’s blur.

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