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I'll shut off after this thought. coo, crickets, and many natural medicines, IMHO.
Indeed, and the presenters seem to extemporize from 'notes' anything they wish.
They can twist, or distort. They do thee boogie, Ay, whine against a truer Patriots.
Rarely does a pro-lie folk deliver a full-fledged HONEST scrips. I say:`'Um Naked.
Sean O' Faolain would write. An attentive reader would have greater clear insights.
Let's recall a thought? O, this is today my favorite. Personally, and I'd best be quiet.
hushed.
~
King and Hermit-Old Irish trans. Kuno Meyer.
*
I have chosen a hut in the wood
Because nobody sees it but God,
Between a hazel and a ash,
With a tall pine over it.
The kindly colored summer
Pours into my (winter) dish.
Pignuts, leeks and marjoram,
Morning sweet fresh.
My music is the humming
Of tiny bees and chafers,
Or the woodcock and the geese
Drumming through the rain.
When the winter wails
Through the woven wood,
And the cloud waterfalls
Dull the drooping swans.
Here, free from strife and fighting
I can praise the King, my God,
Who fills my wood
With everything that's good.
~
Out/over. Good UT reads. cow dung, fertility,
and so much blends into many remembrances.
Laugh, cries, and to laugh, and cry, with friends.
