won't let go
In the swamplands long ago,
Where the weeds and mudglumps grow,
A Yipiyuk bit on my toe…
Exactly why I do not know.
I kicked and cried
And hollered “Oh”—
The Yipiyuk would not let go.
I whispered to him soft and low—
The Yipiyuk would not let go.
I shouted “Stop,” “Desist” and “Whoa”—
The Yipiyuk would not let go.
Yes, it was sixteen years ago,
The Yipiyuk still won’t let go.
The snow may fall,
The winds may blow—
The Yipiyuk will not let go.
The snow may melt,
The grass may grow—
The Yipiyuk will not let go.
I drag him ‘round each place I go.
This Yipiyuk that won’t let go.
And now my child at last you know
Exactly why I walk so slow.
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You know what’s funny? My pickle started out in a jar, and now it’s in one again! It’s like, a pun or something!
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Halfway Down the Stairs - A. A. Milne
Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair where I sit:
There isn’t any other stair quite like it.
I’m not at the bottom,
I’m not at the top:
So this is the stair where I always stop.
Halfway up the stairs
Isn’t up, and isn’t down.
It isn’t in the nursery, it isn’t in the town:
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head:
“It isn’t really anywhere! It’s somewhere else instead!”
Stephan was a great dancer, but a terrible boyfriend. He had completely forgotten about his date with Marlene last night. He could Salsa. He could Tango. He could trip the light fantastic, but he sure couldn’t hold down a relationship.
Nudibranchs are so self absorbed.
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“You can lead a horticulture, but you can’t make her think.”
Witness the amazing tshirt that I found while opshopping yesterday
Brilliant
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“We live in a society exquisitely dependent on science and technology, in which hardly anyone knows anything about science and technology.”
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Ever since the surgery Franklin had had a hard time expressing his emotions.
that has to be a muppet or something
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