Angelique wrote:OniGumo wrote:
Here's a poem that I only discovered today, but I think it's already among my favorites.
Woodman, Spare That Tree!
By George Pope Morris
WOODMAN, spare that tree!
Touch not a single bough!
In youth it sheltered me,
And I ’ll protect it now.
’T was my forefather’s hand 5
That placed it near his cot;
There, woodman, let it stand,
Thy axe shall harm it not.
That old familiar tree,
Whose glory and renown 10
Are spread o’er land and sea—
And wouldst thou hew it down?
Woodman, forbear thy stroke!
Cut not its earth-bound ties;
Oh, spare that aged oak 15
Now towering to the skies!
When but an idle boy,
I sought its grateful shade;
In all their gushing joy
Here, too, my sisters played. 20
My mother kissed me here;
My father pressed my hand—
Forgive this foolish tear,
But let that old oak stand.
My heart-strings round thee cling, 25
Close as thy bark, old friend!
Here shall the wild-bird sing,
And still thy branches bend.
Old tree! the storm still brave!
And, woodman, leave the spot; 30
While I ’ve a hand to save,
Thy axe shall harm it not.
Wow. Amazing poem. <3
It brings a tear to my eye every time I read it.
12 years
She's gorgeous and likes Nightmare before Christmas (This is Halloween, This is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween. Everyone hail to the Pumpkin Song.)
And...and...she likes Bag of Bones! Which is one of my favorite Stephen King books. You're awesome.
12 years
chicken legs wrote:OniGumo wrote:
I've broken furniture, but I ain't female.
Really..do tell
I've broken my bed three times, first time wasn't entirely my fault, the other two it was all on me. I was just sitting there on the end of the bed, I don't remember what I was doing at the time but the frame broke and I got dumped to the floor. The frame on that side (both breaks on the same side by the way, first two breaks at the foot of the bed, the last one at the head) has been repaired with Liquid Nails and two bolts.
Aside from the bed I've broken two toilet seat covers, three wooden kitchen chairs, a school desk (I thought I would die of shame after that one), an auditorium seat (again in the middle of class), a sofa, and a recliner.
...I'm hefty...
12 years
In America the actual rate of obesity is leveling off. But the rate of extreme obesity continues to rise.
Which just means not as many people are getting fat, but the one's who already are fat continue to get fatter.
12 years
TheCannibal wrote:
I like the idea of ambushing my guy the moment he gets home, stripping off his shirt, and pushing him down in his big easy chair. All this food is already ready, so I prop up the footrest and straddle him, feeding him everything I've prepared until his belly is round, tight, and engorged.
Then, belly rubs.
Then, plenty of dessert.
And the coworkers at the office will wonder why he's plumping up so quickly.
...can I sign up for this treatment?
12 years
Welcome to FantasyFeeder.
12 years
Here's a poem that I only discovered today, but I think it's already among my favorites.
Woodman, Spare That Tree!
By George Pope Morris
WOODMAN, spare that tree!
Touch not a single bough!
In youth it sheltered me,
And I ’ll protect it now.
’T was my forefather’s hand 5
That placed it near his cot;
There, woodman, let it stand,
Thy axe shall harm it not.
That old familiar tree,
Whose glory and renown 10
Are spread o’er land and sea—
And wouldst thou hew it down?
Woodman, forbear thy stroke!
Cut not its earth-bound ties;
Oh, spare that aged oak 15
Now towering to the skies!
When but an idle boy,
I sought its grateful shade;
In all their gushing joy
Here, too, my sisters played. 20
My mother kissed me here;
My father pressed my hand—
Forgive this foolish tear,
But let that old oak stand.
My heart-strings round thee cling, 25
Close as thy bark, old friend!
Here shall the wild-bird sing,
And still thy branches bend.
Old tree! the storm still brave!
And, woodman, leave the spot; 30
While I ’ve a hand to save,
Thy axe shall harm it not.
12 years
Right now I'm reading Thinner. (Bachman/King).
I've been reading a lot of Stephen King lately.
12 years
I've broken furniture, but I ain't female.
12 years
Fix or buy yourself a variety of your favorite things to eat. That way while you're stuffing you won't become bored, or fed-up with a certain flavor or texture. Also a wide variety of food will help you eat more in the long-run.
12 years
