Up Front: P.A. Story
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nzlemming, in reply to
Yes, I myself find him ore inspiring
Ores are found in stones, which brings us back to the medication question some pages ago...
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Bart Janssen, in reply to
stones
His stones are missing too?
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nzlemming, in reply to
They may have been genetically modified ;-)
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Bart Janssen, in reply to
No, not here too! This is my refuge!
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nzlemming, in reply to
Mwahaha!
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Hilary Stace, in reply to
The winkie is in the cauldron of molten chocolate and will emerge as a winkie bar.
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Ian Dalziel, in reply to
a sacred cacao...
The winkie is in the cauldron of molten chocolate
and will emerge as a winkie bar....penis on the half shell?
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recordari, in reply to
I grok le tutor
A croq', Monsieur?
Please, no ham and cheese.
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown,
Tapping at the window and crying through the lock,
Are all the children in their beds, it's past eight o'clock? -
Just because.
ETA: Oh, blankity blank!
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"Wee Willie Winkie" was originally in Scots English, and was a very early version of "Now Go the F**k to Sleep"
"Wee Willie Winkie rins through the town
Up stairs and doon stairs in his nicht-gown
Tirling at the window, crying at the lock
Are the weans in their bed, for it's now ten o clock?and one of the 3 following verses that show "NGTFTS" is nae a new thing-
"Onything but sleep, you rogue! glow'ring like the moon,
Rattling in an airn jug wi' an airn spoon,
Rumbling, tumbling round about, crawing like a cock,
skirling like a kenna-what, wauk'ning sleeping fock."It's actually a lovely wee rhyme and was written by one William Miller. We'd love to claim him but it is a very common name in Scotland, and elsewhere.
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Emma Hart, in reply to
Al has been a huge help.
And if you'd all like to put your hippy-dippy positive energies together and try to ensure I get well again before Thursday, that'd be awesome.
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Islander, in reply to
I’ve just resurrected my Nanna’s voice and ‘nicht-gown’ was pronounced by her as something rather like ‘nig*ht-y gown’ with some indescribable glottal going on at *-
o hell, why didnt we have small recorders around while the olds still were? Mary Ann Yorston Matches was born here in the 1880s – her husband, from a well-known Kai Tahu family, was born nearly ten years before her- and I only have their voices in my head- which is not a safe repository… -
Sending quantum healing energies and wellness spells your way, Emma.
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I too send you healing energy, Emma. And I would send you Ruby because she has very special magic powers. She can put a smile on anyone's face. I suspect your cat wouldn't be happy but. So plain old woowoo vibes it is.
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Positive vibing away. I suspect wild horses couldn't keep you away.
Islander, thanks for that. I'll be practicing my glottal stop.
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