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It wouldn't do any good.
Hello Bear.
A deer ran past my gate
We both knew it was Autumn.
Today I caught a snatch on WKSU radio
Therapy...Japanese...Forest...
I found this is 'forest bathing', Shinrin-yoku. The idea is that visiting a forest may calm and relax us, as we breathe the woodland breeze.
It seems intuitively plausible that this might be therapeutic, and there is some scientific evidence of the beneficial effects. I'm biased-pro though, because of my love of trees. Here's a thought I have had many times but only now expressed.
I'd rather breathe my last on a woodland path.
Dying on a hospital corridor would be much horrider.
What composer is hard to find?
But the autumn wind
Still reminds me of summer.
When I should be washing the dishes.
Ah well.
My life coach said I should take stock. I was like "Whose?" and "Should I take shares also?"
Edgar Allen Poe
Wanted his cheeks to glow.
So he wore blusher.
When writing The Fall of the House Of Usher.
'Alla barnen = 'All the kids' is a children's humorous verse form, from Denmark and Sweden. Like Scandinavian detective writing it can be a bit dark. But still funny.
Below are some classics rendered into English. Google Translate did the heavy lifting but I applied some finishing touches, here and there, such as making the rhymes work.
All the kids loved the World Wildlife Fund, except Amanda.
She shot a panda.
He'd brought his own crack.
All the kids enjoyed their burgers, except Tony.
It was his pony.
All the kids looked into the washer, except Doug.
He went glug.
And here is a distasteful one of my own.
All the kids worried about the smell, except Ed.
He was the one that was dead.
They've just built a new bus shelter in the village. Trouble is, it's too small for the bus.
I was grilled about my favourite cheese. I had to answer carefully.
We cross the ice-bridge one by one.
Will it bear my weight?
Far below I hear the beautiful sound of falling crystals.
"Time, why do you hurt us so?"
"It is my fate. And you would never wish to share it."
But what else.
I'm scared. Hold my hand.
If you wish to learn
The indescribable beauty of snails
Just cast your eyes humbly down.
I never said anything
Because there was too much to say.
And now it's too late
Go for chicken stir-fry? Defrost some fish? I was stuck between a wok and a hard plaice.
I'm going to Bury St Edmund's in the morning. It's a big job.
As you found the little brooch
After so long. Your touch told me
I have not entirely died.
I'd like to come back as a wildebeest. So I could start a gnu life.
Tonight's connecting theme will be obvious. Sleep well!
"This bear should be given a title", Tom asserted.
"Someone's being hiding our bedtime toys again", Tom noted.
"This bear is sick", Tom reported.
"This bear should not be moved", Tom stated.
"My soft toys are losing their stuffing", Tom indicated.
"Bears for ever!", Tom orated.
Each breath a tiny wave that
Polishes them in sharp manners.
Ours was the smallest possible steamship company.
I really admire the Swiss. For me they are a roll model.
"Evening all", Tom said entrancingly.
"Everyone have a drink on me", Tom said roundly.
"It's an old drinking song", Tom said bruisingly.
"Ready salted please", Tom said crisply.
"The pub's run out of beer", Tom said bitterly.
"Guinness is good for you", Tom said stoutly.
"Let's have just one more", Tom said tightly.
"See you all tomorrow", Tom said regularly.
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