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)
Merry Christmas, Val! :-)
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas Cath!!
DeleteAnd the same to you and yours!
ReplyDeleteThank you! ....it's hold onto the tinsel here with two kittens first Christmas!
DeleteThanks and here's wishing you a very merry Christmas, too.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Delete...and a happy new year!
ReplyDelete..to you too !!!!!
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