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Nothing Gold…

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  • Jewel May 26, 2020, 10:49 AM

    Say not the struggle naught availeth…

  • James ONeil May 26, 2020, 11:15 AM

    A suitable homily for today.

    Alas far too many are willing to give up living to keep from dying and hence are antiseptic babies.

    Strictly Germ-Proof
    Arthur Guiterman
    The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup
    Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gambolled up;
    They looked upon the creature with a loathing undisguised;
    It wasn’t disinfected and it wasn’t sterilised.
    They said it was microbic and a hotbed of disease;
    They steamed it in a vapor of a thousand-odd degrees;
    They froze it in a freezer that was cold as banished hope
    And washed it in permanganate with carbolated soap.
    In sulphurated hydrogen they steeped its wiggly ears;
    They trimmed its frisky whiskers with a pair of hard-boiled shears;
    They donned their rubber mittens and they took it by the hand
    And ’lected it a member of the Fumigated Band.
    There’s not a micrococcus in the garden where they play;
    They bathe in pure iodoform a dozen times a day;
    And each imbibes his rations from a hygienic cup —
    The Bunny and The Baby and The Prophylactic Pup.

  • jd May 27, 2020, 6:30 AM

    Loved that. Was it his own voice?
    Thank you.

  • CD May 27, 2020, 12:41 PM

    Frost’s home final home was in Derry NH.
    The farm is right around the corner from our home.
    Mr. Frost wrote a poem about the tree at his window.

    Tree at my window

    Time went on and the tree continued past Mr. Frost.

    The town was worried that the tree would die, fall and destroy a famous landmark.
    So the “Conservation Commission” in town decided to take the tree down.
    Bids were requested and reviewed.

    The winning bidder was granted the rights to the wood.
    The tree was successfully dropped, away from the window.
    The farm was saved.

    The guys who won the bid, built hot shit Audi’s and carved wood.
    They sectioned that tree up, sold a bunch of it to “Historical Societies” and carved the rest into figurines.
    I have one.
    It looks like the tree outside my window.

    “Live Free or Die”