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The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht Wi’ mirth that’s dear tae me. Alexander Anderson

 

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Weary

by C. J. Dennis (1876-1938)

Australian writer

Aw, I’m sick o’ the whole darn human race,
An’ I’m sick o’ this mundane ball;
I’m sick o’ the sight o’ me brother’s face,
An’ his works an’ talk an’ all;
I’m sick o’ he silly sounds I hear,
I’m sick o’ the sights I see;
Ole Omar K. he knew good cheer,
An’ it’s much the same with me.

Gimme a bit o’ a bough to sit
Beneath, an’ a book of rhyme,
An’ a cuddlemsome girl that sings a bit,
But don’t sing all the time:
That’s all I ask, an’ it’s only just;
For it’s all that I hold dear –
A bough an’ a book an’ a girl an’ a crust;
That, an’ a jug o’ beer.

Then I’ll cuddle me girl an’ I’ll quaff me ale
As we sit on the leafy floor;
An’ when the book an’ the beer jug fail,
I’ll cuddle me girl some more.
For jugs give out an’ books get slow.
But you can take my tip for square
Tho’ the bough an’ the book an’ the beer jug go,
The girl, she’s always there.

For I’m sick o’ the sight o’ me brother’s face,
An’ the world’s a sight too slow;
An’ I’m sick o’ tryin’ to go the pace,
When there ain’t no pace to go;
I’m sick o’ the “gilded halls of vice,”
An’ I’m sick o’ the “sainted shrine,”
I’m sick o’ me own an’ me friends’ advice,
An’ the gold that won’t be mine.

I’m sick o’ the sound o’ me fellow’s voice,
I’m sick o’ his schemes an’ shams;
O’ trying to choose when there ain’t no choice,
An’ of damin’ several dams;
So, gimme a girl that ain’t too slow,
You can keep your book of rhyme,
An’ you bough an’ bread an’ your beer. Wot O!
An’ I’ll cuddle her all the time.

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‘A slave’s life is all you understand, you know nothing of freedom. For if you did, you would have encouraged us to fight on, not only with our spear, but with everything we have.’ Sparta

The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. : 1866 – 1939), Saturday 5 September 1885,

The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. - 1866 - 1939), Saturday 5 September 1885,

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The main courtyard was filled with warriors – mermen with fish tails from the waist down and human bodies from the waist up, except their skin was blue, which I’d never known before.Some were tending the wounded. Some were sharpening spears and swords. One passed us, swimming in a hurry. His eyes were bright green, like that stuff they put in glo-sticks, and his teeth were shark teeth. They don’t show you stuff like that in “The Little Mermaid.

― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

Art calls for complete mastery of techniques, developed by reflection within the soul. Bruce Lee

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“When you want to attract something into your life, make sure your actions don’t contradict your desires.. Think about what you have asked for, and make sure that your actions are mirroring what you expect to receive, and that they’re not contradicting what you‘ve asked for. Act as if you are receiving it. Do exactly what you would do if you were receiving it today, and take actions in your life to reflect that powerful expectation. Make room to receive your desires, and as you do, you are sending out that powerful signal of expectation.”

Rhonda Byrne, The Secret