Sunday, December 1, 2013

On the first day of....

Christmas, My true love sent to me..

A Partridge (Looking for a Pear tree?)

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from an old gravestone

If you hold your nose to the Grindstone
and you leave it there long enough,
Then soon you'll say
there's no such things
as brooks that babble
and birds that sing,
these three will all your world compose,
just you, the stone and your poor old nose.

(from memory so may not be word perfect)