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Saturday, March 12, 2011

lot of Shakespeare

But what, Yon do window breaks
It is the beast, You let be my son
Arise, error my son, and shill the malicious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief?
That thou, Yon be made, art far more fair than me.

Never did get Shakespeare

“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

Who is already sick and pale with grief

That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.”

Thank you and God bless

Friday, March 11, 2011

lot of smiles

A poem is dew
Is it the morning dew?
Some words, just a few
Just to tease you
I knew
You like to smile
You can do it for a while
Less than a penny a mile
It yours for a trail
It may begin as a grin
That might win
A smile
So let’s begin
A feather of a wren
Just a tickle
Under the chin
That how it begins
You have made a friend
You can keep it then
My friend
Thank you
God Bless
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Thursday, March 10, 2011

second lot

Sweepy Jean not left out
One plus one a lot of fun
The math does say
Second is also bless
With a great guess
Read up
Read down
It won't be a frown
Read all over town
It will be smiles all around
Horace said
I am well feed
Sweepy you see
You do please me
Have a great day
God bless

lot of winner

One two three four
There are no more
One two three
It’s time to see
One two
Who won?
You are the one
The prize two
Go to three
There is no four
Unmask you ask
You met the task
Horace did ask
To say
Have great day

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

guest post

Mystery guest
Can you guess who or when this was wrote

Celso Gaudere
To celsus, muse, my warmest wishes bear,
And if he kindly asks you how I fare,
Say, though I threaten many a fair design,
Nor happiness, nor wisdom, yet are mine.
Not that the driving rains my vineyards beat;
Not that my olives are destroyed by heat;
Not that my cattle pine in distant plains—
More in my mind than body lie my pains.
Reading I hate, and with unwilling ear
The voice of comfort or health I hear;
Friends or physicians I with pain endure,
Who strive this languor of my soul to cure.
Whate’er may hurt me I wish joy pursue;
Whate’er may do me good with horror view.
Inconstant as the wind, I various rove;
At Tibur, Rome; at Rome, I Tibur love.
Ask how he does; what happy arts support
His prince’s favor, nor offend the court;
If all be well, say first, that we rejoice,
And then, remember, with a gentlest voice
Instill this precept on his listening ear,
‘As you fortune, we shall celsus bear.’

i will post his name and when in the comments.
post your guess also

thank you and god bless 

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

lot of sleep

I forgot when I was asleep
I had been counting sheep
Although they did not bleat
I was asleep counting sheep
Was that a hog?
Where is that dog?
What is that rustling my sheep
Better be on my feet
I was asleep counting sheep
Get out of bed
You sleepy head
Wake up and go to sleep
You are counting sheep
Saw that log
Here comes that dog
The sheep are in a bog
No more sawing that log
Can’t find them in this fog
I was asleep counting sheep
Hey cowpokes don’t count sheep
Say, they went that away
This is no time to play
Hit the hay
I forgot when I was asleep
 Counting sheep

Monday, March 7, 2011

lot of oats

love em oats

Oats, oats, oats
Oates, doates
Oats, oats, oats
Rollie, pollie
Oats, oats, oats
Eat your oats
Oats, oats, oats
Skip a rope
It’s a meal
Feel them oats
Oats, oats, oats
Clip clop clip clop
Not a drop
Oats, oats, oats
Filled to the top
Butter on top
Oats, oats, oats
Brown sugar a lot
Oats, oats, oats
Cinnamon too
Oats, oats, oats
Give that old Rhone
Just a few
He won’t Rome
Oats, oats, oats
Peaches and cream
It’s a dream
Oats, oats, oats
It’s a deal oat meal
I bet you had your fill of
Oats, oats, oats

thank you and God bless

Sunday, March 6, 2011

in the name of

And Holy Ghost

 Away my sins

On the cross

“Behold my son of whom I am well pleased”
god blessed

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