| WELCOME TO KAMMY'S PLAYGROUND WHERE THERE'S NO ROOM FOR SADNESS |
| Music of the month: Madonna: League of their own This used to be my playground Chorus:This used to be my playground (used to be) This used to be my childhood dream This used to be the place I ran to whenever I was in need of a friend Why did it have to end and why do they always say Don't look back Keep your head held high Don't ask them why because life is short and before you You're feeling old And before you know And your heart is breaking Don't hold on to the past Well that's too much to ask Chorus No regrets But I wish that you were here with me Well then there's hope yet I can see your face in our secret place You're not just a memory Say goodbye to yesterday (the dream) Those are words I'll never say (I'll never say) This used to be my playground (used to be) This used to be our pride and joy This used to be the place I ran to That no one in the world could dare destroy This used to be my playground (used to be) This used to be our childhood dream This used to be the place we ran to I wish you were standing here with me This used to be my playground (used to be) This used to be our childhood dream This used to be the place we ran to The best things in life are always free Wishing you were here with me |
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| Mood: Grumpy |
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| F.R.I.E.N.D.S Friend in need, is a friend indeed. Friends we seek are the friends we choose to be with. Friends can be wonderful, bethrayal can be painful. Friends can be in tons, but true friend is only one or none. Friendship forever. Hardship shared together. Friendship in sorrow, will make a better tomorrow. Friends for happiness, are easy to define. Friends for sadness, are hard to find. What friendship? What hardship? It is priceless, but not heartless. Friends who care. Friends who share. Friends who love, are friends to be treasured. Friendship can never be measure, Friendship is ought to be treasure. Friendship can never be shorter, but it last forever. Sun rise in the sky. Flowers bloom on land. If friendship promises high, we should shake hand. Written by: Kammy 13.12.1998 NYP 12pm-1pm |