When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, To-whit! To-who!—a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.....................
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; Couched in his kennel, like a log, With paws of silver sleeps the dog From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep; A harvest mouse goes scampering by......
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Where is the pop idol with a face like a bag of spanners?
End this discrimination now.
Darkseid Jones
Hmmmm ever heard of Susan Boyle?
I would say,END these rubbish TV programs.They're a waste of time,money and space. If I want to hear non talented people singing I can spy on my neighbour when she's taking a shower.
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The new cameras monitor a car's speed between two points over a long stretch of road,
Very impressive!! I suggest we all drive 140 miles/hour,stop in-between,have a drink and a laugh for about 20 minutes and then go on driving the last miles at "normal'speed.
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