Grange may refer to:
A monastic grange was a manor or other centre of an outlying farming estate belonging to a monastery and used for food production in Great Britain, Ireland, or Austria. In France such a supporting satellite farm, often a replica on a reduced scale of the mother house, was a doyenné, which is to say, a "deanery" under the local guidance of a dean. In English contexts grange is often specifically used to refer to the manor house surrounded by its farm-buildings.
Granges, like other manors, were landed estates used for food production, centred on a manor house with its out-buildings and possibly including other facilities such as a mill or a tithe barn, for grange comes through French graunge from Latin granica, "granary". The granges were particularly important to urban-based monasteries and might be located at some distance. They could farm livestock or produce crops. Specialist crops might include apples, hops or grapes to make beverages or herbs for the infirmary. Many granges included fish-ponds to supply Friday meals to the monastery. The produce could both sustain the monks and be sold for profit. Favoured manor houses might be used as country retreats by the abbot. Granges are often mistakenly referred to as monasteries. However, whilst under overall monastic control, many would rarely see a monk and were run on a day-to-day basis by a steward and worked by local farm labourers or perhaps lay brothers.
Grange (dates unknown) was an English professional cricketer who made 9 known appearances in major cricket matches from 1789 to 1792.
He was mainly associated with Middlesex.
It was the year in 1999
when i realized everythin wasn't fine
I didn't want to live anymore,
i wanted to splatter my room with blood and gore.
Flunkin out of all my classes,
bullies beatin me up and breakin my glasses.
Parents abusin me,
my teachers sending me to therapy.
You see..i put on this happy mask,
So the people don't ask...
Why are you so sad?
i'm just tryin to help you..don't get mad.
Well fuck you..i don't need your shit
I don't need your help you fuckin Nitwit.
Well look what time it is,
Its time to do my biz
Well I guess this is my final good bye,
i guess this is the part where i die
i'll lie down on this bed
and blow off my fucking head
And you can pick up the pieces,
and send them to your nephews and nieces
and you pick up this bed sheet with the red stain,
and flush it right down the drain
chop up my body,
and this too you can flush down the potty
Cuz i'm leavin this earth,
its been a burden ever since my birth