Originally posted by coquetteAs you're well aware, it takes relaxed people with varied interests for sustained conversation to occur. Many such site members have disappeared. Others now post exclusively in the Debates, Spirituality Forums and Private Clubs. Yet others have found their niche in threads promoting 'word games'. You'll have my support in this worthwhile endeavor, though I'm concerned for your eventual disappointment. Few willingly accept the bitter addiction of a forlorn cause. Ice Cold's Opening Post to "Sticky Game Thread" in July 2009 ["The object is to keep this thread on top of page one. A game destined to fail."] may sadly come true in your own. Robert Frost's hauntingly lovely, New England Autumn Poem comes to mind. Best, gb
make a GF thread that is worth reading
"The Oven Bird"
There is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.
He says that leaves are old and that for flowers
Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.
He says the early petal-fall is past
When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers
On sunny days a moment overcast;
And comes that other fall we name the fall.
He says the highway dust is over all.
The bird would cease and be as other birds
But that he knows in singing not to sing.
The question that he frames in all but words
Is what to make of a diminished thing.
(Robert Frost)
The meeting
They were to meet at the big clock on the market place. Karol was there about five minutes before three with some flowers he found at his landladies’ garden. A lot of people went by, but Anne was nowhere to be seen. Time went by also no Anne, Karol grew disappointed, then distressed, then when the clock beat four he went away to drink a beer or two or three...
Anne came to the clock at the market about five to three, and didn’t find Karol. She wasn’t to be seen alone in the streets and waited with anguish for him to appear. After he didn’t come up at quarter past and a policeman eyed her suspiciously, she went away, determined to tell him what she thought of this, dropping her handkerchief.
Later the evening the cleaner was on his way when he found a well preserved binding of flowers he stored separately to present to his wife. When he was through with marketplace he found on the other end a nice handkerchief to go with the flowers. What a happy day.
Originally posted by Great Big SteesIt's the thought that counts, and thanks for all the other videos, specially the one with the penguin, I've never seen anything like it in my life, no I've never.......
I know how much you'd have enjoyed it and as such was prepared to video it...but hey no show eh? 🙁
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Originally posted by kevcvs57You dolt that was a friend's wedding. Didn't the procession give it away or were you referring to the pool thingy afterwards with the fish?
It's the thought that counts, and thanks for all the other videos, specially the one with the penguin, I've never seen anything like it in my life, no I've never.......