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Passage that knows my feet
I will feel you too through the snow.
Gone!
One day the Temple Architect came to the Abbess. "I cannot build my dream", he said, perplexed.
"But if you could build it", the Abbess replied, "where would you start?"
There's a new double-action hangover cure invented by Billy Connolly. It's called "irn-bru profen".
I was in that exact same room where we met the last time
Before I caught the shuttle bus.
I can pretty well remember which of those round tables we sat at
I hope I shook your hand, not sure. At any rate I'd like to think I did.
The email shook my heart. The one they send round, thus, the subject line
A. Colleague
I didn't just hear your voice whenever I went there again, in that room
But often in dreams, like thus 'Hello Richard", heard from the next room along
Today I wasn't so sure which was the last table we sat at together.
Please don't forget me.
Say who
You wanted to be.
I hope it was you
And not me.
Noun
1. Something that falls well below expectation.
The judicious Autumn Moon,
Knows to look the other way.
Lover.
Picture: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Autumn_Moon_(2982446021).jpg
My cousin bet the ranch and lost. After that he was a bit odd. People thought he was deranged.
The Pupil enquired "What is the Greatest Benefit of Knowledge?"
After pondering, the Master slowly replied "To realise that is a question with no answer."
As I said to my pet Dung Beetle: "Shit happens. Get over it."
Watch this space.
My friend got a cushy job testing furniture. He texted "Sofa, so good". An armchairish joke if you ask me.
I thought I'd have a nice little flutter on a pigeon race. Unfortunately my bet didn't come in.
Nasty accident Stop Shell cracked and bent Stop Reassembly action Stop Had no traction
We danced until we dropped.
We tried to tell Grandad about cyber danger.
But he just kept muttering "Been drinking it all me life".
When I died
Four princesses sat on my grave and cried.
The first was Princess Autumn, whose red tears
Were gentle in their falling.
Next was Princess Winter
Her tears heart-broken white crystal.
Third came Princess Spring
Each flowing blue-skied raindrop a song.
And last Princess Summer
And her tears each a sunbeam, so they were golden on my tomb.
When these four princesses had visited and wept their fill.
My bones at last were put at peace and rest there still.
Red, white, blue and gold
So is eternity foretold.
As I were going down the sneck
The ghastly goblin had me by the neck.
Oh Mam! He gave me such a fright!
I hope he isn't there again tonight.
This Newspaper understands the Duke of York's leadership has come under severe attack.
One leading forces' representative complained "It was an uphill struggle from the start".
Another added "After that things went rapidly downhill".
Last night the Duke's office was unavailable for comment.
Stuck on pail duty with Jill again. God, it's an uphill task.
Issa wrote many poems that show empathy for other beings. Here is one I like
.猫塚に正月させるごまめ哉
neko tsuka [ni] shôgatsu saseru gomame kana
on the cat's grave
in First Month...
dried sardines
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