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The Tigarus.com network will be changing software in May (2024). There will be some down time and there will be a change to the webpage addresses.
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At the moment we are running on Wordpress, the new software is an in-house project which is 57 times faster. It will also provide more freedom for development.
Thank you for understanding.
Down the street you can hear her scream "you're a disgrace" As she slams the door in his drunken face, And now he stands outside And all the neighbors start to gossip and drool He cries "Oh girl, you must be mad, What happened to the sweet love you and me had?" Against the door he leans and starts a scene, And his tears fall and burn the garden green And so castles made of sand, Fall in the sea, eventually A little Indian brave who before he was ten, Played war games in the woods with his Indian friends, And he built a dream that when he grew up, He would be a fearless warrior Indian Chief Many moons passed and more the dream grew stronger, Until tomorrow, he would sing his first war song, And fight his first battle, but something went wrong, Surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night And so castles made of sand, Melts into the sea, eventually There was a young girl, whose heart was a frown, 'Cause she was crippled for life, and she couldn't speak a sound And she wished and prayed she could stop living, So she decided to die She drew her wheel chair to the edge of the shore, and to her legs she smiled "You won't hurt me no more" But then a sight she'd never seen made her jump and say "Look, a golden winged ship is passing my way" And it really didn't have to stop, it just kept on going And so castles made of sand Slips into the sea, eventually
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