Money can't buy you happiness ....
But it does bring you a more pleasant form of misery. Spike Milligan
BOOTS OF CLAY I like watching the programmes, where the gardeners spend their time. Tending to the greenery, and their gardens look so fine
It gives me inspiration, a good feeling in my heart To make my patch look lovely, but I’m doomed from the start
How come the sun is always shining and the wind it never blows. When they tend to their garden, I guess heaven only knows
Their soil is always perfect, soft and crumbly to the touch While mine’s like digging concrete, it’s hard work, I know that much.
They make it look so easy, almost no effort needed at all But I find it backbreaking, I’m bent double and almost fall –
Because I’m slipping and I’m sliding, on this so called soil – ENOUGH! It’s taking so much energy, it’s making me feel rough.
I’m giving up the challenge, I’m calling it a day. My hands feel like sandpaper, and my boots are full of clay.
I find it so much easier, to watch it on TV So I’ll sit and watch them working, while I enjoy a cup of tea! Angie Greenwood.
4. Puccini (1896)
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