Posts: 151From: Great BritainRegistered: Jan 2005 The Christmas stars are back again,Orion has resumed his reign,And Sirius, the brightest lightIs at my window every night.But foolish man has got his eyeOn rubbish rushing round the sky,On bits of rockets, parts of cones,And, I suppose, the puppy's bones.Nor do they seem to know it all,If rockets fizzle out or fall.At any moment through the fog,There may descend a bit of dog.The moon was beautiful,They've made it dull,I much preferThe other side of Hull
The enduring memory I have of my maternal grandfather is of a proud, awkward man, sitting in a corner armchair, silently doting on his grandchildren, with an ever-present Dunhill International staining his already yellowed and hardened fingers
It is an addition to our series of large, premium pipes
Stanley, J
You also want to get extra care for burns on your joints