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Posted on 09/30/2008 10:21:35 PM PDT by JustAmy
Awwww ... do cute!
Thanks.
So cute/pretty.
Thank you.
Awesome news!! Congratulations, (((Marissa))).
Hi yourself, Mama Bear!!
FR’s too slow, and I gotta go.......
The campaign is a’callin’ me:o)
Hasta luego, amigos y amigas!!!
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Your tiger cub looks so sweet - hard to believe they can grow up to be so dangerous to human beings.
Hope your son can get your pc back up to speed soon.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!
Thank you, I liked it. A Happy Halloween to you and your family. Your graphics and art presentations are always appreciated./Just Asking - seoul62.......
I really love that! So cute!
My granddaughter brought Addyson by a little while ago. She had on a red outfit, big hat and all, sorta like a saloon gal. Guess it could pass for a can-can girl. I didn’t ask as I’m supposed to “know” everything...LOL! Her hair was fixed around her face like an old fashioned style.
Be leaving here in a little while for the services for Brenda.
Oh, my...
Halloween ghosts and goblins would be well advised to carry an umbrella and flashlight in my neck of the woods.
Trying to figure a way to tie Autumn and Halloween together in presenting an Autumn pic from our recent trip. There's no real connection, but here's a pic from the Japanese Garden in Spokane that shows the colors of Fall...
Stay tuned for more autumn pics
Just perfect! Thank you!
What a beautiful picture, Dave! Thank you for sharing it with us. Looking forward to seeing more.
James Whitcomb Riley - Little Orphant Annie
INSCRIBED WITH ALL FAITH AND AFFECTION
To all the little children: — The happy ones; and sad ones;
The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;
The good ones — Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones.
Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
An’ wash the cups an’ saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away,
An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep,
An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board-an’-keep;
An’ all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest fun
A-list’nin’ to the witch-tales ‘at Annie tells about,
An’ the Gobble-uns ‘at gits you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,—
An’ when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,
His Mammy heerd him holler, an’ his Daddy heerd him bawl,
An’ when they turn’t the kivvers down, he wuzn’t there at all!
An’ they seeked him in the rafter-room, an’ cubby-hole, an’ press,
An’ seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an’ ever’-wheres, I guess;
But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an’ roundabout:—
An’ the Gobble-uns ‘ll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
An’ one time a little girl ‘ud allus laugh an’ grin,
An’ make fun of ever’ one, an’ all her blood-an’-kin;
An’ wunst, when they was “company,” an’ ole folks wuz there,
She mocked ‘em an’ shocked ‘em, an’ said she didn't care!
An’ thist as she kicked her heels, an’ turn’t to run an’ hide,
They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin’ by her side,
An’ they snatched her through the ceilin’ ‘fore she knowed what she's about!
An’ the Gobble-uns ‘ll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
An’ little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,
An’ the lamp-wick sputters, an’ the wind goes woo-oo!
An’ you hear the crickets quit, an’ the moon is gray,
An’ the lightnin’-bugs in dew is all squenched away,—
You better mind yer parunts, an’ yer teachurs fond an’ dear,
An’ churish them ‘at loves you, an’ dry the orphant’s tear,
An’ he’p the pore an’ needy ones ‘at clusters all about,
Er the Gobble-uns ‘ll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
That is beautiful! I love the brilliant yellow of fall trees! Is that a gate in the lower center left?
Soft the sounds of night
where crickets sing of their day
amid the dry reeds
Wake-Up CallThe little birds are chittering, to tell their daily news,
Such happy sounds! The little ones seem easy to amuse,
“I found a fat bug wandering, all sticky in the dew,
I think it tickled him to know, it tickled me some too!”
More somber are the larger birds, more raucous is their call,
They seem to not appreciate the dawning day at all,
Begrudgingly, they congregate, bedraggledly, they preen,
I think they prob’bly ought to eat, a bit of coffee bean.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . October 31, 2008
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