chres·tom·a·thy (kr-stm-th) n. pl. chres·tom·a·thies 1. A selection of literary passages, usually by one author. 2. An anthology used in studying a language. 3. Another damn stupid liberal blog
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Saturday Video
When I am sad and weary
When all my hope is gone
And I can't put my finger
On the time things first went wrong
I have a little secret I like to tell myself
And until now I haven't told anybody else
You may not see things my way
Like my methods or my reasons
But you can't tell me that I'm wrong
There's no heart you can't melt
with a certain little smile
No challenge should be faced
without a little charm and a lot of style
So don't put your faith in time
She heals but doesn't change
And only a fool won't take the chance
to stay the same
When I am sad and weary
When all my hope is gone
I walk around my house
and think of you with nothing on
I have a list of things
I go over in my mind
When I can just sit right back
and watch the world unwind
You may not see things my way
I don't care because I'm not asking
But you can't tell me that I'm wrong
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