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:lol: I like the fountain of youth photo. :)

 

Nice job roasting. Bravo. I think you just got a fast pass to the party.

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:lol: I like the fountain of youth photo. :)

 

Nice job roasting. Bravo. I think you just got a fast pass to the party.

 

mersi Zara jan. qo tankagin xater hamar, fountian of youth@ hets kberem. mi qich djvar klini shlang qashel@, bayc hayeri hamar anhnarin ban chka.

 

en anekdot@ hishum es vor hayer@ djoxqum krak@ anjatum AC en miacnum? :) djoxqum vor arecinq estegh el kanenq.

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I like this poem because it's difficult for many people to see what she's really describing. Any guesses as to what it is?

 

I like to see it lap the miles

 

I like to see it lap the miles,

And lick the valleys up,

And stop to feed itself at tanks,

And then, prodigious, step

 

Around a pile of mountains,

And, supercilious, peer

In shanties by the sides of roads,

and then a quarry pare

 

To fit its ribs,

And crawl between,

Complaining all the while

In horrid, hooting stanza,

Then chase itself down hill

 

And neigh like Boanerges;

Then, punctual as a star,

Stop -- docile and omnipotent--

At its own stable door.

 

-Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

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mersi Zara jan. qo tankagin xater hamar, fountian of youth@ hets kberem. mi qich djvar klini shlang qashel@, bayc hayeri hamar anhnarin ban chka.

 

en anekdot@ hishum es vor hayer@ djoxqum krak@ anjatum AC en miacnum? :) djoxqum vor arecinq estegh el kanenq.

 

Moratsel ei bayts hents vor tesa hishetsi.

 

Aratta yes xmogh chem yev et fountain-um shat jur chl@tsnes. If I get too young I'll disappear. :o

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:o Good job. how'd you know? :) Edited by Zara
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:o Good job. how'd you know? :)

I like to see it lap the miles,

And lick the valleys up,

And stop to feed itself at tanks

by the sides of roads,

 

Then, punctual as a star,

Stop -- docile and omnipotent

 

The bolded parts gave me the idea, wasn't sure about it so I guessed.

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I like to see it lap the miles,

And lick the valleys up,

And stop to feed itself at tanks

by the sides of roads,

 

Then, punctual as a star,

Stop -- docile and omnipotent

 

The bolded parts gave me the idea, wasn't sure about it so I guessed.

 

Wow. you're a good guesser. Usually people guess it's a horse but that's what it's compared to.

 

Let me see if I can find another good poem. I was reading a few minutes ago.

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nothing to really guess at but some of these are something to think about. try the last one if you want to try and guess on something.

 

in Just-

 

in Just-

spring _____when the world is Mud-

luscious the little

lame balloonman

 

whistles ______ far ______ and wee

 

and eddieandbill come

running from marbles and

piracies and it's

spring

 

when the world is puddle-wonderful

 

the queer

old balloonman whistles

far ______ and ______ wee

and bettyandisbel come dancing

 

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

 

it's

spring

and

__ the

 

____ goat-footed

 

ballonMan ______ whistles

far

and

wee

e. e. cummings

 

 

Snow White and the Seven Deadly Sins

 

Good Catholic girl, she didn't mind the cleaning.

All of her household chores, at first, were small

And hardly labors one could find demeaning.

One's duty was one's refuge, after all.

 

And if she had her doubts at certain moments

And once confessed them to the Father, she

Was instantly referred to texts in Romans

And Peter's First Epistle, chapter III.

 

Years passed. More sinful every day, the Seven

Breakfasted,grabbed their pitchforks, donned their horns

And sped to contravene the hopes of heaven,

Sowing the neighbors' lawns with tares and thorns.

 

She set to work. Pride's hundred looking-glasses

Ogled her dimly, smeared with prints of lips;

Lust's magazines lay strewn--bare tits and asses

And flyers for "devices"--chains, cuffs, whips.

 

Gluttony's empties covered half the table,

Mingling with Avarice's cards and chips,

And she'd been told to sew a Bill Blass label

In the green blazer Envy'd bought at Gyp's.

 

She knelt to the cold master bathroom floor as

If a petitioner before the Pope,

Retrieving several pairs of Sloth's soiled drawers,

A sweat-sock and a cake of hairy soap.

 

Then, as she wiped the Windex from the mirror,

She noticed, and the vision made her cry,

How much she'd grayed and paled, and how much clearer

Festered the bruise of Wrath beneath her eye.

 

"No poisoned apple needed for this Princess,"

She murmured, making X's with her thumb.

A car door slammed, bringing her to her senses:

Ho-hum. Ho-hum. It's home from work we come.

 

And she was out the window in a second,

In time to see a Handsome Prince, of course,

Who, spying her distressed condition, beckoned

For her to mount (What else?) his snow-white horse.

 

Impeccably he spoke. His smile was glowing.

So debonair! So charming! And so Male.

She took one step, reversed, and without slowing

Beat it to St. Anne's where she took the veil.

-R.S. Gwynn

 

Metaphors

 

I'm a riddle in nine syllables.

An elephant, a ponderous house,

A melon strolling on two tendrils.

O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!

This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.

Money's new-minted in this fat purse.

I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.

I've eaten a bag of green apples,

Boarded the train there's no getting off.

-Sylvia Plath

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Metaphors

 

I'm a riddle in nine syllables.

An elephant, a ponderous house,

A melon strolling on two tendrils.

O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!

This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.

Money's new-minted in this fat purse.

I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.

I've eaten a bag of green apples,

Boarded the train there's no getting off.

-Sylvia Plath

I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.

Is the cow pregnant?

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I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.

Is the cow pregnant?

a cow in calf = pregnant cow

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I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf. Oh my God she is pregnant! She is alluding to herself.

I'm a riddle in nine syllables. Nine months :o

 

Bingo! 10 points for Yervant.

 

nice job.

 

want me to check and see if I can find anymore or are you done for the day?

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I recently asked a friend to buy me some ribbon for my niece's pretty pink bonnet. He went to the haberdashery shop for the required length but accidentally interchanged the feet and inches. When I measured the resulting ribbon I only had 30% of the length I required. How much ribbon did I originally ask for?

 

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Yervant jan, nentses asum vontsvor menq chenq uzum es xagh@ xaghanq!!!, Unless Zara wants only for you to play!!!

 

No, it's just that he was the only one showing up and responding. Probably bad timing on my part.

 

But I have to warn you Ash. Yervant is good.

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Why would he go to a haberdashery to buy a pink ribbon?

 

 

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Here is another one before I come back... I'll be back in 20!!!

 

Change the position of just one of the words below so that all the words are in an alphabetical sequence:

 

llama phoenix hyena alligator beaver elephant tortoise antelope

 

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