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oooerrr Sheila.
Naughty.

Sheila B aka Jinxy.... 'If it aint broke dont fix it'.
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   Oh Lord It`s Hard To Be Humble  

Oh Lord it’s hard to be humble
when you’re perfect in every way.
I can’t wait to look in the mirror
cause I get better loking each day.
To know me is to love me
I must be a h.ll of a man.
Oh Lord it’s hard to be humble
but I’m doing the best that I can.
I used to have a girlfriend
but she just couldn’t compete
with all of these love starved women
who keep clamoring at my feet.
Well I prob’ly could find me another
but I guess they’re all in awe of me.
Who cares, I never get lonesome
cause I treasure my own company.
Oh Lord it’s hard to be humble
when you’re perfect in every way,
I can’t wait to look in the mirror
cause I get better looking each day
To know me is to love me
I must be a h -ll  of a man.
Oh Lord it’s hard to be humble
but I’m doing the best that I can.
I guess you could say I’m a loner,
a cowboy outlaw tough and proud.
I could have lots of friends if I want to
but then I wouldn’t stand out from the crowd.
Some folks say that I’m egotistical.
h-ll , I don’t even know what that means.
I guess it has something to do with the way that I
fill out my skin tight blue jeans.
Oh Lord it’s hard to be humble
when you’re perfect in every way,
I can’t wait to look in the mirror
cause I get better looking each day
To know me is to love me
I must be a h=ll  of a man.
Oh Lord it’s hard to be humble
but I’m doing the best that I can.
We’re doing the best that we can
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vicky codling nee bassett
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Don I love that one
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[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And--which is more--you’ll be a Man, my son!

This is another favourite of mine vicky
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To me this is the most beautiful poem in the world..It has a story behind it.

When I was 19 my mothers sister had a massive stroke.
She was 64 and had been retired only two weeks.
She collapsed in Weymouth where she was getting a ferry to the channel Islands for her retirement holiday.
She was not married and had no children, we naturally brought her to live with us.
She was totally paralysed down her right side and lost her speech totally.
We cared for her for 15 years.
I cant explain the grief I felt when that lovely lady deteriorated in the last year or so and passed away.

We wanted along with bible readings etc, some nice words of poetry at her funeral.
I was going through some of her old things for inspiration because she was a lifelong Salvationist and I felt sure Id find something,

I spotted an ancient blotting pad, black and green with a beautiful picture on the front.
I opened it to look inside to see if it had ever been used.
The page opened and there was a tiny newspaper cutting right before my eyes.
It was Dated "Daily Sketch"Saturday May 22nd 1937.
It was the only thing inside of the unused blotting pad.
Under the newspaper heading "JUST A THOUGHT"
The poem was called ’Hidden Sorrow’ by Kathleen Partridge.

This is that poem..........

To watch a loved one suffering
opon a bed of pain
when nothing you can do for them
will make them well again.
Giving all your strength and cheer
to fill a weary heart
and laughing when you want to cry
this is a noble part.
Finding friendly scraps of news
to brighten up the day
using all your energy
to light a darkened way.
To watch a loved one suffering
know what they’re going through
and proffer hope and courage
when there’s nothing left to do.
Fighting hard a losing game
this is a noble part.
When all the tears you dare not shed
are weeping in your heart.


Im sure in her death she lead me to that poem.
It words were exactly true.

Well....Thats MY favourite poem!!
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