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@panda12 wrote:

@wakeupdeadisgodlike wrote:

What’s inbred and black?

A marmite sandwich.

Thank you and goodnight.

Joke falls flat – Marmite is brown.

I can turn marmite white……..try it ……..

put a spoonful of marmite on a plate or a board then beat it with the back of a spoon, it turns white……..honest lol 8)

[cath 55]

When we walk to the edge
of all the light we have
and take the step into the
darkness of the unknown,
we must believe that
one of two things will happen….
There will be something
solid for us to stand on
or we will be taught to fly.

Patrick Overton

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W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899.

12. The Heart of the Woman

O WHAT to me the little room
That was brimmed up with prayer and rest;
He bade me out into the gloom,
And my breast lies upon his breast.

O what to me my mother’s care,
The house where I was safe and warm;
The shadowy blossom of my hair
Will hide us from the bitter storm.

O hiding hair and dewy eyes,
I am no more with life and death,
My heart upon his warm heart lies,
My breath is mixed into his breath.

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W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899.

10. The Song of the old Mother

I RISE in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow;
And then I must scrub and bake and sweep
Till stars are beginning to blink and peep;
And the young lie long and dream in their bed 5
Of the matching of ribbons for bosom and head,
And their day goes over in idleness,
And they sigh if the wind but lift a tress:
While I must work because I am old,
And the seed of the fire gets feeble and cold.

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W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899.

11. The Fiddler of Dooney

WHEN I play on my fiddle in Dooney,
Folk dance like a wave of the sea;
My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet,
My brother in Moharabuiee.

I passed my brother and cousin: 5
They read in their books of prayer;
I read in my book of songs
I bought at the Sligo fair.

When we come at the end of time,
To Peter sitting in state, 10
He will smile on the three old spirits,
But call me first through the gate;

For the good are always the merry,
Save by an evil chance,
And the merry love the fiddle 15
And the merry love to dance:

And when the folk there spy me,
They will all come up to me,
With ‘Here is the fiddler of Dooney!’
And dance like a wave of the sea

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marmite rocks!!!!!!!!!! :D/

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@snugzzz wrote:

still not been able to get tinny transfered lesta being slow bout time they got thier fat lazy arses of the chairs and done some work am not pleased cath, but i wont give up yet lol he sends his love to you with big hugs xxxxxx

big hugs to the both of you xxxxxxxxxxxxxx and thank you xx

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any news of tinny yet? xxx

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i hadnt seen Carol for a while , i was always very fond of her and had the priviledge of meeting her on a few occasions, Carol my freind rip darlin xx

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Well I’m singing this song, cause it’s time it was sung
I’ve been putting it off for a while,
Cause it’s harder by now, and the truth is so clear
That I am crying when I’m seeing you smile.
So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear
And your tears cannot bind me anymore,
And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes
Can I kiss you, and then I’ll be gone.

And every time that I tried to tell you
that we’d lost the magic we had at the start,
I would weep my heart when I looked in your eyes
And I searched once again for the spark.
So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear
And your tears cannot bind me anymore,
And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes
Can I kiss you, and then I’ll be gone.

Oh you know that there’s something calling me dear
and by morning, I’m sure to be gone
For I’m older than you and you know so well
That our time for to love was a song
So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear
And your tears cannot bind me anymore,
And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes
Can I kiss you, and then I’ll be gone.

Now I can see by your eyes, it’s time now to go
So I’ll leave you crying in the rain,
Though I held in my hand, the key to all joy
Honey my heart was not born to be tamed.
And goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear
And your tears cannot bind me anymore,
And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes
Can I kiss you, and then I’ll be gone.
Can I kiss you, and then I’ll be gone.

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