The sergeant looked around, surveying his troops, obviously disappointed. “Come on you bunch of poltroon pismires! Stop cuddling your bivy and start running! Move it, move it, move it!”
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The sergeant looked around, surveying his troops, obviously disappointed. “Come on you bunch of poltroon pismires! Stop cuddling your bivy and start running! Move it, move it, move it!”
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I guess we are not turning the page in this pandemic, we’re stuck in this chapter for a while longer. I remember my oldest granddaughter who is starting her residency this spring told me in the beginning of 2020 that the doctors thought eventually everyone will end up getting Covid. I think they were right. Despite all of the advice people still are thinking in the dark ages. We don’t seem to learn from our mistakes.

https://lindaghill.com/2022/02/04/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-feb-5-2022/
Harry Belafonte recorded this song but I love this version of it as a video from “Beetlejuice”.




The heavenly brew exceeded his expectations . He was doubtful at first about adding rum to his morning espresso but it had been “the week that was”!**

https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/category/writing-prompts/

It was registered for copyright on April 2, 1910. Its first recording, an Edison cylinder by tenor Arthur Clough, appeared 11 months later. This was followed by two more: the Columbia Quartet, released in November 1911, and a solo version by tenor George Wilton Ballard, a cylinder for the U S Everlasting company.
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This was the song my dad sang to my mother when courting. He played in a band on Saturday nights and my sisters and I would go to the family time. Each time before the band quit, he would step out—he played piano, banjo and fiddle—and the band would play this song and he would take her out to the floor to dance. It was the most romantic thing I ever observed as their daughter.
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She looked confused
Possibly perplexed
Could it be
She was vexed?
Nah, said fellow witch, it seems
The spell went wrong and now she’s hexed!
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Charged with holding a small mirrored medicine cabinet, my tiny hands were frozen in fear that I would drop it. I was a three year old sitting on an old truck seat moving to a new home.
The new home was a dairy farm full of delights even a three year old noted. It would be my home until I was fifteen years old. I still consider that farm my home.
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It might seem insignificant to most
But I have to boast
I have been and seen after his wean
A baby tiger at play in a stream.
As he started to plash
I thought I must dash
My camera to find—
The sight to bind.
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