No one calls it racist When the daffodil's worn in Wales Or is offended by their dragon With its forked tail and scales When St Patrick’s day comes round And the shamrock's being worn The Irish are not treated With insult or with scorn If a Scotsman on St Andrew’s day Hoists his flag aloft He’s not proclaimed a fascist Or ridiculed or scoffed So when St George's Day arrives We English men wont hide For Elizabeth, England & St George.
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
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