Nope. This year I haven't written the date anywhere yet.
Why do laminate floors grow thicker when they get wet, but don't shrink back to their original size when they dry up? (They do float btw)
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Whenever I'm here I see Cheryl
I think she must be watching us all
And I wonder what she must be thinking
As she watches us stumble and fall
Does she see how we love and we struggle
Does she see how we battle and fight
Does she notice us linger in daytime
Does she see how we don't sleep at night
Though it's only a name I keep seeing
I do miss it when it is not here
Like the castle that misses its keeper
to safeguard it from danger and fear
I think she must be watching us all
And I wonder what she must be thinking
As she watches us stumble and fall
Does she see how we love and we struggle
Does she see how we battle and fight
Does she notice us linger in daytime
Does she see how we don't sleep at night
Though it's only a name I keep seeing
I do miss it when it is not here
Like the castle that misses its keeper
to safeguard it from danger and fear
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Quote by Circle_Something
Aria is Kitten, I am Kitty
I'm sitting here writing this ditty,
though where it goes,
nobody knows
but I do know Kitten is pretty.
I am sitting here with a smile on my face, thinking about you, claiming you could not write a limerick. "I told you so" was my first thought, when I read this one.
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The most dangerous thing I ever did, probably also was the most stupid thing I ever did. Near where I lived as a kid was a highrise, 14 floors of concrete and appartments. Central in the building was a stairwell, with an open centre where you could look all the way up, or down, depending on where you where. Hanging from the ceiling of the fourteenth floor was a large iron ring, that could be used by movers to hoist furniture to any of the floors. One of the buddies I hung out with then, called me chicken and challenged me to prove I was not. He said, I would not dare to jump to that ring, to hang there for a full minute and then swing myself back over the four feet that separated it from the 14th floor. I took the challenge. We went up to that 14th floor, I climbed on the railing with 14 floors of void in front of me. I jumped to that ring, almost slipped off but managed to hang on, barely. My buddy counted the seconds out loud. Somewhere around 45 seconds my strength was leaving me, but I managed to hang on. Then, on 60 I tried to swing, to get back over that railing, only to discover the ring wouldn't budge. Somehow I managed to get back to the 14th floor and to avoid plummeting all the way down. I can tell you for sure, wisdom did not play a part in that. I have never been so stupid, or so scared, ever again.
What is your biggest blooper?
What is your biggest blooper?
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There once was a beautiful Kitten,
Who was absolutely cute as a mitten.
She infiltrated my heart
I know we'll never part,
Because we are Kitty & Kitten.
It ain't perfect, the meter is slightly off and the last line doesn't rhyme with the first, but I might be improving.
I think it's pretty good. I don't see kitten and kitten not rhyming and the repetition doesn't disturb me at all. You can always play a little with the meter. It doesn't take much effort to get the rythm on this one right.
There once was a beautiful Kitten,
Who was abs'lutely cute as a mitten.
Sh'infiltrated my heart
I know we'll never part,
Because we are Kitty & Kitten.
I'm not sure if you're kitty or kitten
I should know, cause I have seen it written
but one feeling shows
it practic'ly glows
and that is that you're really smitten
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Just a cold beer and a quiet house
That seems unusual.
Ya kidding? That's heaven! There's nothing better than cracking open a cold one, and just enjoying it, being able to savour it without folk running about, making racket and generally being bawbags about it.
Exactly Andrew, after a full day of 3 small kids running around and two slightly bigger ones demanding attention every ten minutes, it is great to know, they're safely in their beds. I love their racket, but I also love it, when everyting's quiet and the beer is cold.
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That is not a question I can answer with a simple choice. I prefer poetry that stirs something in me. Sometimes that something is just a smile, and sometimes it is the urge to stop, think and reconsider things. I need both from time to time. And to me poetry should be readable. When I need to translate to normal english first, it looses it's appeal. Just showing off language skill isn't poetry to me.