From: Twittering One on
"To Primroses Filled With Morning Dew

Why do ye weep, sweet babes? can tears
Speak grief in you,
Who were but born
Just as the modest morn
Teem'd her refreshing dew?
Alas ! you have not known that shower
That mars a flower,
Nor felt th' unkind
Breath of a blasting wind,
Nor are ye worn with years,
Or warp'd as we,
Who think it strange to see
Such pretty flowers, like to orphans young,
To speak thy tears before ye have a tongue.

Speak, whimp'ring younglings, and make known
The reason why
Ye droop and weep ;
Is it for want of sleep ?
Or childish lullaby ?
Or that ye have not seen as yet
The violet ?
Or brought a kiss
From that sweetheart to this ?
No, no, this sorrow shown
By your tears shed
Would have this lecture read :
That things of greatest, so of meanest worth,
Conceiv'd with grief are, and with tears brought forth."
~ Robert Herrick

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From: Twittering One on
"Potatoes ~ Let it thunder to the tune of green,
Potato-finger, tickles these together ~ ! Fry, lechery, fry ~ !"
~ Merrylegs

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From: Twittering One on
~ * The Dwindlng
Party,
By Edward * ~

One by one, six members of the MacFizzet family monstrously disappear
during a visit to Hickyacket Hall, leaving behind only young Neville,
who expects ...

"It was all for the best."

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From: Twittering One on
"And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits,
Even if, each day, what se say it irritant ~ !

Your mother well hath pray'd, and prove you true;
How many times has she read you Winnie the Pooh ~ ?

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee,
Especially, if sailing on holiday, up the Yangtze.

Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look,
You'd be found in her book, by hook or by crook.

With many heads butts me away, nay, Mum,
No matter how far, from our jouney, we've sail from ~ !"
~ Twittering LSTOO & Folly IAG

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From: Double-A on
On May 13, 5:54 pm, Twittering One <mournenwo...(a)aol.com> wrote:
> "And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits,
> Even if, each day, what se say it irritant ~ !
>
> Your mother well hath pray'd, and prove you true;
> How many times has she read you Winnie the Pooh ~ ?
>
> Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee,
> Especially, if sailing on holiday, up the Yangtze.
>
> Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look,
> You'd be found in her book, by hook or by crook.
>
> With many heads butts me away, nay, Mum,
> No matter how far, from our jouney, we've sail from ~ !"
> ~ Twittering LSTOO & Folly IAG
>
> CLICK ~ !
>
> ~ * The Animal Rescue
> Site ~ Click the purple button
> To feed an animal in need, every click gives a bowl ...
>
> http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com
>
> ~ * ~


My mother's book is long since done.
Its chapters bound in time for us.
And I am but an epilog,
But so was Newton's calculus.

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