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@Forget Me Not wrote:

an accordian

very close but what is it waring ?

[toybulldog]

Winter Night

It snowed and snowed, the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

As during summer midges swarm
To beat their wings against a flame
Out in the yard the snowflakes swarmed
To beat against the window pane

The blizzard sculptured on the glass
Designs of arrows and of whorls.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

Distorted shadows fell
Upon the lighted ceiling:
Shadows of crossed arms, of crossed legs-
Of crossed destiny.

Two tiny shoes fell to the floor
And thudded.
A candle on a nightstand shed wax tears
Upon a dress.

All things vanished within
The snowy murk-white, hoary.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

A corner draft fluttered the flame
And the white fever of temptation
Upswept its angel wings that cast
A cruciform shadow

It snowed hard throughout the month
Of February, and almost constantly
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.

Boris Pasternak

[toybulldog]

heyy forgetsme welcome back. , good to see you’re sunny disposession again………but whatit is with you and the penguins huh ??!

sadlys,…….n0

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@Rosepetal wrote:

Is that where you go to the local pub Friday night, down a bottle and a half of white wine and 5 brandy chasers, pull a tall smart business man with a mercedes, drag him back to your gaff for some of the other, then wake up next morning wondering what the hell possesed you to shag Andy the local inbred odd job man who only ever sings Bee Gees songs at kareoke night and who’s mum still wears a black pvc cat suit.

Or are they really some kind of glasses.

quality Rose !

[toybulldog]

No

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ta very much Just Chat Technical Assistance Caring Advisory Fingy Department.

that’s quite appreciated and it was of small, in fact very small, assistance.

(departs once again wearing a very impressed face)

[toybulldog]

myself wrote:

edited becos it was a bit stupid

[toybulldog]

and so . . . . while numberless societies of living transients are born, flourish, and die. A subtle smile may have some influence here, but not too much. In fact, to be honest, practically none. The years pass, and she is walking at 23 minutes to eleven in the morning, past a building scheduled to be demolished, though as yet she does not know that. Shall she ever ? Or look at this same building from a different view. From here we cannot see her. And, needless to say, we do not miss her. All the which time, swarms of bacteria – or organisms which I in my ignorance call bacteria – live, die, split up, live, die, inside the various divisions of her substance.

And so, once more into the breeches mons amis, I asks again . . . . .

What is on my head ?

? ?

[toybulldog]

Dear Technical Help,

Would there happen to be software I can use to alert me of forthcoming power cuts ?

I’ve tried googling after the electricity goes but don’t seem to be getting anywhere.

(thanking in advance etc etc)

[toybulldog]

Fidel Castro cigarring

Ted Heath sailing

Mad Frankie Fraser axe-murdering

Colin Firth…… d’arcying

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