Well I'm not fooled. You're looking for what you can steal before Spring does.
Pyramus and Thisbe were star-crossed lovers who wooed through a wall.
The story had an unhappy ending though. Mine has a better. The relic above is a fragment of the Berlin Wall, which divided East Berlin from West between 1961 and 1989, and cost many lives.
When we visited the Iron Curtain had just been raised, and there were still border guards — it was their job — but they waved us through with every appearance of relief.
When we came to the Wall most of it was gone but there were plenty of bits on sale. You can still buy them easily enough today, with a stamp of authenticity, but mine was authenticated by a hammer.
I was surprised just recently to find how much of the Wall has survived and where the bits are. It is a symbol of freedom prevailing against barriers (something poor Pyramus and Thisbe longed for) and so parts of it have been dispersed to every continent save Antarctica — a sort of wall-diaspora — as you can see in this marvelous piece of journalism.
My landline is obsolete really. I just keep for the nuisance calls.
Q. What teaching approach sounds like someone who makes all the calls?
A. See comment
All on an Easter morn.
Five white swans came riding by
And beat us to the dawn.
The sky was clear and I saw before me/
The majesty of Orion. Seven stars.
Years ago I was riding pillion on my wife's motorcycle, on a winter night. I looked up and suddenly saw a constellation. "Look there's Orion!" I cried.
We swerved all over the road to avoid the lion.
I don't mind a bit of tality. But I don't want more.
I particularly dislike the fuh kind.
Q. How do you attract an English breakfast lover?
A. See comment
Sorry to sound negative, but this attraction was just a let-down for me.
Hi Rapunzel, long time no see. Gruyère?
I hear the voice of my redheaded friend
He's always there
When I visit that room again.
The one with the white round tables, where we last met.
I still remember how my eyes filled
When I saw the message. I didn't have to open it.
If the subject is simply a name
It can only mean one thing.
What 1,000 kg cheese doesn't move a lot?
A. See comment
Could ever such an odd hybrid exist?
It might. Tonight I heard this
A. "Guess what the second word is".
B. "Oh my God, I thought you said, 'Guess what the semen word is.' "
Q. Why did Engels fail his exam?
A. See comment.
Whose knees are these?
He put them in peril.
By living in a barrel.
I followed the instructions.
Let it extract the hurt and poison.
Then return it in the prepaid envelope.
If we can be so kind."
Why is a beaver dam like a retirement party?
I was thinking about red dwarf stars.
The second closest star to us is a red dwarf but we can't see it with the naked eye (or see any other red dwarf directly for that matter).
The star is Proxima Centauri, only discovered about 100 years ago. It may have a loose connection with the binary star Alpha Centauri, which to the naked eye seems to be a single star but is actually a pair.
What a marvelous story this is, to my mind. We have gradually increased our visual reach over recent centuries, and now know that very close to us there is a system of three interrelated stars. Imagine what it must be like to live there.
Moreover we now think red dwarfs are the commonest kind of star, at least in our neighborhood. Theory predicts that a small red dwarf will have a lifetime of about 2,000 billion years, and then become a blue dwarf. No-one (human or other) has ever seen one of these blue dwarfs, even through a telescope, because the universe is nothing like old enough for a blue dwarf to have formed.
Our star is a yellow dwarf and won't last very long at all in comparison.
Once upon a time there were two spies, code-named M and N, who worked for rival departments.
By coincidence on one particular day M and N were both assigned to 24-hour surveillance of the email messages sent by a dastardly counterspy X to one of her accomplices Y.
The messages were cunningly encrypted, so the content was unreadable, but it was hoped that monitoring the number of communication would indicate whether or not a crisis was looming and action would need to be taken.
A downward trend during the day would indicate there was no cause for alarm; conversely an upward trend would indicate danger.
M counted the messages sent in each 12-hour period and submitted a report with a graph showing a clear downward trend.
N counted the messages sent in each 8-hour period and submitted a report with a graph showing a clear upward trend.
Yet the equipment used by each spy was perfectly reliable, and they recorded the data accurately. How can this paradox be explained?
Even though it's Winter
Please let's lure Spring.
With our hypnotic stare.
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