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The last post is the WINNER!

Stevicus

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cry-havoc
 

Wu Wei

ursus senum severiorum and ex-Bisy Backson
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
 

ChristineM

"Be strong", I whispered to my coffee.
Premium Member
Our council used to have to mow the hillside behind the carpark regularly. Thats a thing of the past since they fenced off the land and now rents ir out to sheep farmers... Ecological mowing at its best and a community win.
 

PoetPhilosopher

Veteran Member
Winning with a story:

When my dad was alive, he really wanted to try some goat milk. He kept checking in with the local grocery store for a shipment. Finally they got it. He seemed very excited to try it, saying he had a hankering for it.

When he finally got to try it, he made a face and said, "Ew. It taste like the goat ate a tin can."
 

ChristineM

"Be strong", I whispered to my coffee.
Premium Member
Winning with a story:

When my dad was alive, he really wanted to try some goat milk. He kept checking in with the local grocery store for a shipment. Finally they got it. He seemed very excited to try it, saying he had a hankering for it.

When he finally got to try it, he made a face and said, "Ew. It taste like the goat ate a tin can."

It makes sense excellent cheese though...
 
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