going up hill is grand with an extra lung at hand if you must do with a paltry two frequent rests are called for, it’s true crawling on hands and knees may prevent a cardiac seize really it might be best to remain at home and rest
nervous, they wait poised motionless hearts thrumming like windblown caterpillars riding the dawn soon soon but not yet
The triffid and the loon went out on the town They pulled out all stops and painted it brown The triffid had venison like Alfred Lord Tennyson The loon ate four chickens to honor Charles Dickens And when all was said and most of it done they concluded, by Jove, they’d had lots of fun
Little Red is this bud’s name. He was scheduled to be called Clarence. But that was before he wilded to flame, and his elders practiced forbearance.
Today is the birthday of Wanda Gag. Did you know that her last name rhymes with frog? One Newbery, two Caldecotts were her quota. Not bad for a wunderkind from Minnesota.
trek if ye dare into the wood defy the enveloping mist and when ye be lost, forlorn, without hope with doom ye will hold a last tryst
My head is empty. I’ve nothing to say on this morning, on this day. I’m left short of thought, left short of wit. What’s odd about that? says my sister, Kit. Kit’s short for Kitty. Oh, not kitty cat. Poker game kitty, kitty like that. Hum dee dum, lum dee dee Fa la la la [...]
Speaking of Susan B. Anthony: Susan B Anthony Susan be slick Susan jumped over the candlestick Her dress caught fire She ran to the lake She plunged right in and later ate cake
You dasn’t dare pick the pink etheria Its enveloping aura can cause hysteria So be off as fast as your legs can carry ya Or we’ll be stuck with the task of having to bury ya
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