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It's Me It's Me, A Blogwright

A potpourri of ME

November 2008

( Monthly archive )

A Blogwright's Life

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I have decided people who maintain blogs are "blogwrights".

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Quote

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Remember that if the opportunities for great deeds should never come, the opportunities for good deeds are renewed day by day. The thing for us to long for is the goodness, not the glory.
- F.W. Faber

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

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May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey be plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
Have never a lump.
May your yams be delicious
And your pies take the prize,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off your thighs!

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!


(Poem sent to me by a bestfriend -- just had to share it :smile: )

Definitions -- by Eliane

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Definitions

It bothers me that some fine words
can simply become pejorative
language changes can be so absurd
instead of being clear and restorative
when one word can mean its own definitions' opposite
makes understanding quite difficult
living language is very equisite
although sometimes causes my brain to summersault.

Eliane

Now Is The Time of Clouds -- a poem by Eliane

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Now Is The Time of Clouds

The sky is covered in blankets
of various shades of greys
blocking much of the sun's rays

Now is the Time of Clouds

Drifting, large and small of one thought
snow is on their minds
for our winter's climes

Now is The Time of Clouds

Broken-hearted lovers lament
the mirror of their souls' discontent
in the sky's lack of firmament

Now Is The Time of Clouds

The Questions Answered -- Elly's Factoids!

What came first, the chicken or the egg?

What is a Funiculi Finicula?

What is a Frisbee?





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What, What to Write -- a poem by Eliane

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What, What to Write

What, what to write
a bit of a dilemma
thoughts only a bit of gemma

Yes, gemma is a word
it means bud
thought should flower, not be frozen mud

Oh, mud of my progress
a trickle of thought
my thinking is not overwrought

Well, overwrought archaically means wearied by overwork
my unwritten words are not exhausted
only waiting to be defrosted!

Eliane

Yesterday

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Celebrated!

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Poem -- Something bit me

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A little Halloweeny poetry might be nice...

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Those pumpkins are still going at it!!!!

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:lol: Look there are more at it now!

This Halloween was marvelous. The weather was stupendous. The children were all so cute. Such unusual weather we are having. I am enjoying it so...

Karl and I took turns passing out fruit snacks.

Click to see these photos from the net.

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