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Life explained (from chain mail)

On the first day God created the dog.
God said, "Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. I will give you a life span of twenty years."
The dog said, "That's too long to be barking. Give me ten years and I'll give you back the other ten."
So God agreed.
On the second day God created the monkey.
God said, "Entertain people, do monkey tricks, make them laugh. I'll give you a twenty-year life span."
The monkey said, "How boring, monkey tricks for twenty years? I don't think so. Dog gave you back ten, so that's what I'll do too, okay?"
And God agreed.
On the third day God created the cow.
God said, "You must go to the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer. I will give you a life span of sixty years."
The cow said, "That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. Let me have twenty and I'll give back the other forty."
And God agreed again.
On the fourth day God created man.
God said, "Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. I'll give you twenty years."
Man said, "What? Only twenty years! Tell you what, I'll take my twenty, and the forty the cow gave back and the ten the monkey gave back and the ten the dog gave back, that makes eighty, okay?"
"Okay," said God, "You've got a deal."
So, in the first twenty years we eat, sleep, play, and enjoy ourselves; for the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family, and provide milk or be milked; for the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren; and for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.
Life has now been explained to you.

Paint a picture

IMAGINE

As I gaze out the window
chin resting on my palm
the gentle sea breeze
the smell of salt

I see the clear blue sky
not a cloud in sight
the morning rays touching the sand gently

I hear the calling of the waves
the song of the sea
the gulls' chorus
there goes the ringing of the wind chime
in a steady rythm
I hear children's laughter
calling, playing

ahh Paradise....

Joke~~~** You Speaka Gooda Engrish?

THE EURO ENGLISH

The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English
will be the official language of the European Union rather than German,
which was the other possibility.

As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that
English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a
5- year phase-in plan that would become known as "Euro-English".

In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c". Sertainly, this will
make the sivil servants jump with joy.

The hard "c" will be dropped in favour of "k". This should klear up
konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.

There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the
troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This will make words like
fotograf 20% shorter.

In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted
to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.

Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have
always ben a deterent to akurate speling.

Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent "e" in the languag
is disgrasful and it should go away.

By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th"
with "z" and "w" with "v".

During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining
"ou" and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensibl riten styl.

Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu
understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.

Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze
forst plas.

If zis mad you smil, pleas pas on to oza pepl.

Clarence by Shel Silverstein

Clarence

by Shel Silverstein

Clarence Lee from Tennesse

Loved the commercials he saw on TV.

He watched with wide believing eyes

And bought everything they advertised--

Cream to make his skin feel better,

Spray to make his hair look wetter,

Bleach to make his white things whiter,

Stylish jeans that fit much tighter.

Toothpaste for his cavities,

Powder for his doggie's fleas,

Purple mouth wash for his breath,

Deodorant to stop his sweat.

He bought each cereal they presented,

Bought every game that they invented.

Then one day he looked and saw

"A brand-new Maw, a better Paw!

New, improved in every way--

Hurry, order yours today!"

So, of course, our little Clarence

Sent off for two brand-new parents.

The new ones came in morning mail,

The old ones he sold at a garage sale.

And now they all are doing fine:

His new folks treat him nice and kind,

His old ones work at an old coal mine.

So if your Maw and Paw are mean

And make u eat your lima beans

Ans make you wash and make you wait

And never let you stay up late

And scream and scold and preach and pout,

That simply means they're wearing out.

So send off for two brand-new parents

And you'll be as happy as little Clarence.

found it in "WHAT YOUR 4TH GRADER NEEDS TO KNOW"

Can I Wait?

Can I Wait?

Can I wait?

I ask myself

Can I stay?

I ask myself

Will I leave?

This whirlpool

of unending emotion?

Will I sink deeper?

Will I survive?

this swirl of colour

Will I emerge?

The Cacoon

that encases me...

Will I break free

The silk thread which I encase myself in?

Will I ever be free?

Will I drown?

Will I suffocate?

Can I wait?

Time

Time

First to bed,

then to cradle,

as the married couple settle.

Next to work,

more to handle

with maid & ladle,

and baby in cradle.

Onto new love and life

with a sinful cradle.

Into court

with olde love's lot,

olde triphant fought.

Frail and pale,

Died, heart full of pain,

As olde love's lot forgive not.

At True Love's Gate

At True Love's Gate

There he stands,

There he waits,

At True Love's Gate

To meet his fate.

Against the wind,

Against the storm.

To await his fate

At True Love's Gate.

There she stands,
There she waits.

At True Love's Gate

To meet her fate.

Against the wind,
Against the storm.
To await her fate
At True Love's Gate.

There I stand,

There I wait.

At True Love's Gate

To meet my fate.

Against the wind,

Against the storm.

To await my fate

At True Love's Gate.

A Drop of Crimson

A Drop of Crimson

A drop of crimson

trickled down her face

sliding down her nape

into the vallay

beyond darkness

and time

Into the Darkness

Into the Darkness

With flickers of candlelight,

Into the darkness,

It beckons me

with sweets and treats.

Light wavers,

In the poison of night.
Leaving me in darkness.

To fight,

To wait,

for new Light.

The Shadow

The Shadow

It waits,
It beckons,
It lures
me into the cape of Night.

It urges,
It pleads,
It begs
me to come into the Light.

I turn,
Left and Right.
Then,
I fall into the broken light.

Fighting with all my might,
Weary, worn and scarred
by the Night.

Into the Light,
I run,
I hide
from the darkness of the Night
In the shadow of Light