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What are you up to, liar
Coming on so cold?
posted by Harry | 10:39 AM
Liar? I thought March came in like a lion. Oh well, perhaps it will still go out like a lamb. Or perhaps you will just still need your wool coat.
So the vernal equinox becomes the venal. Yet was not Spring ever so? Promises, promises, so often denied...At least your blog will let me comment at last. I reckon it gets frightened when Ned comes along. :D
I've called it way worse than liar, but then, I've never been particularly poetic.
Profanity is poetry, too. If used the right way. For example, we Romanians don't necessarily have curse words. We have "curse stories." We won't say: Fuck you. We'll start a story about your mother, how she became pregnant, how she gave birth to you--such a bastard, and then how we'll put you back into her, slather you around a bit in there, then take you out, and insult you.That, my friend can be pretty hilariously poetic.
In England we have a rhyme for the eternal bloody-mindedness of Spring:The Spring is sprungThe grass is rizI wonder where the birdies is?
Early this month we noted the beginning of Autumn. However the days following have been hotter than any summer on record. If the seasons are lying to me then I welcome the lie, let summer reign forever.glenni
man, wheres that little puke face when you need it.... i dont like the curse stories idea. If you get mad at me, just call me a bad word, please?
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