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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose:

a time to be born, and a time to die;

a time to plant, and a time to pluck up (reap?) {that which is planted};

a time to break down, and a time to build up;

a time to weep, and a time to laugh;

a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

a time to get, and a time to lose;

a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

a time to tear (rip), and a time to sew (mend);

a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

(a time of war, and a time of peace.) ?

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12 I know that there is no good in them, but for a man to rejoice, and to do good in his life.
13 And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour, it is the gift of God.

(12 I know that nothing is better for them than to rejoice, and to do good in their lives, 13 and also that every man should eat and drink and enjoy the good of all his labor—it is the gift of God.)




20 All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again.
(20 All go to one place: all are from the dust, and all return to dust.)

21 Who knoweth the spirit of man that goeth upward, and the spirit of the beast that goeth downward to the earth?
22 Wherefore I perceive that there is nothing better, than that a man should rejoice in his own works; for that is his portion: for who shall bring him to see what shall be after him?

21 Who[g] knows the spirit of the sons of men, which goes upward, and the spirit of the animal, which goes down to the earth? 22 So I perceived that nothing is better than that a man should rejoice in his own works, for that is his [h]heritage. For who can bring him to see what will happen after him?

 

[Glam]

Apologies

Working on something and lost access to Office stuff, need somewhere else to hold it.

There may be edits, for which i'm also preemptively sorry

You don't have to edit. I quite like that song.

 

[Theresa Green]

Prego, prego
Anywhere you may go
Make each day be a day full of fun
If there's a game or a girl to be won
Do it with a bing bang bong
(A bing bang bong)
A bing bang bong

 

[Trumpet]

Prego, prego
Anywhere you may go
Make each day be a day full of fun
If there's a game or a girl to be won
Do it with a bing bang bong
(A bing bang bong)
A bing bang bong

You little tinker you.

 

[Glam]

ONE THOUSAND MEN ARE WALKING

One thousand men are walking
Walking side by side
Singing songs from home
The spirit as their guide
They walk toward the light milord,
they walk towards the sun
they smoke and laugh and smile together
no foes to outrun.
These men live on forever
in the hearts of those they saved
a nation truly grateful
for the path of peace they paved.
They march as friends and comrades
but they do not march for war
step closer to salvation
a tranquil steady corps
the meadows lit with golden beams
a beacon for the brave
the emerald grass untrampled
a reward for what they gave.
They dream of those they left behind
and know they dream of them
forever in those poppy fields
there walks one thousand men

Joshua Dyer 2019 (aged 14)

Lest we forget

 

[Glam]

Brian Bilston

Queueing for an Ice Cream

although he didn’t smoke, grandad never went anywhere
without the old tobacco tin in his pocket

one day me and my brother asked him what he kept in it
some sand, grandad said
why do you keep some sand in a tobacco tin, we asked
where else would I keep it, he said

but why keep sand at all, we asked
it’s special sand, grandad said, it’s come all the way from France

we peered into his tin and stared for a while
French sand didn’t look very special, it looked like ordinary sand to us
why’s it so special, we asked

each grain represents an old friend of mine, he said
grandad must have had a lot of friends, we thought

did you go to the beach with them when you were a boy, we asked
yes, something like that, grandad said, snapping the lid shut,
asking the man for three 99s, two with red sauce