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I Return to the Place I was Born
From my youth up I never liked the city.
I never forgot the mountains where I was born.
The world caught me and harnessed me
And drove me through dust, thirty years away from home.
Migratory birds return to the same tree.
Fish find their way back to the pools where they were hatched.
I have been over the whole country,
And I have come back at last to the garden of my childhood.
My farm is only ten acres.
The farm house has eight or nine rooms.
Elms and willows shade the back garden.
Peach trees stand by the front door.
The village is out of sight.
You can hear dogs bark in the alleys,
And cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
When you come through the gate into the court
You will find no dust or mess.
Peace and quiet live in every room.
I am content to stay here the rest of my life.
At last I have found myself.
— Tao Yuan Ming (Tao Qian) Chinese, 365-427
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They should set up a stripper pole, —ken
Target, huh?
Welcome to the “Short Memory Span Theater of Doom”.
Never been in one and never will.
Dorothy Parker knew that the waiting game is one both sexes can play:
Here’s “Chant for Dark Hours”:
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Book shop.
(Lady, make your mind up, and wait your life away.)
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Crap game.
(He said he’d come at moonrise, and here’s another day!)
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Bar-room.
(Wait about, and hang about, and that’s the way it goes.)
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Woman.
(Heaven never send me another one of those!)
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Golf course.
(Read a book, and sew a seam, and slumber if you can.)
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Haberdasher’s.
(All your life you wait around for some damn man!)
Needs only a reference to video games and other online hijinks to bring it out of the 1920s.
Ghost,
I think Target is just an upscale WalMarts.
PA Cat,
I love to stop and look at trees and shrubs at Menards. Wife doesn’t seem to mind.
Snake, as far as I can tell Walmart never announced to the entire universe they were opening their restrooms specifically to tranny’s (mentally damaged people).