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Warning
by Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,
And I shall spend my pension
on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals,
and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,
And run my stick along the public railings,
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens,
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,
Or only bread and pickle for a week,
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats
and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,
And pay our rent and not swear in the street,
And set a good example for the children.
We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me
are not too shocked and surprised,
When suddenly I am old
and start to wear purple.

 

Happy Friday, Kids!!!

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Kimsby Kidd wrote:

Life is wonderful.

Life certainly has its moments, Kimsby.

My friend and neighbor recently lost a horrific battle with cancer. Nobody puts up a fight like that for something they don't cherish. There's a lesson in that. Unfortunately there's a difference between attending a lesson, learning something from it, and making use of what you've learned.

I'm workin' on it.

Meanwhile, that poem reminds me of my favorite Twilight Zone episode...

http://www.imdb.com/video/hulu/vi98346777/

 

 

Happy Monday, Kid(d)s!!!

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I rented a log-splitter last week, and conscripted my boarder into helping me clear though all the dead trees that sneak onto my property every year. He escaped back to Boston a couple days ago, leaving me to pile the mess into something that'll never be as neat as the image I posted.

Happy Thursday, Kids!!!

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