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.
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.
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Say not the struggle naught availeth…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLUpP9UIlmI
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.
Loved that. Was it his own voice?
Thank you.
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”
C