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    In the end the only person we love is ourselves, that's why we choose to love someone who can please us the most.

    Shirley said:
    Who wrote 'kick me' on my back?
    Who put a spider in my mac?
    Who's the one who pulls my hair?
    Tries to trip me everywhere?
    Who runs up to me and strikes me?
    That boy there - I think he likes me.
    By Denis Doyle
    Die vind ik gewoon grappig en schattig tegelijk. Eerst heb je medelijden en dan denk je: 'Oh, ze is een toffe meid!'

    Today is very boring:
    Today is very boring,
    it's a very boring day,
    there is nothing much to look at,
    there is nothing much to say,
    there's a peacock on my sneakers,
    there's a penguin on my head,
    there's a dormouse on my doorstep,
    I am going back to bed.

    Today is very boring,
    it is boring through and through,
    there is absolutely nothing
    that I think I want to do,
    I see giants riding rhinos,
    and an ogre with a sword,
    there's a dragon blowing smoke rings,
    I am positively bored.

    Today is very boring,
    I can hardly help by yawn,
    there's a flying saucer landing
    in the middle of my lawn,
    a volcano just erupted
    less than half a mile away,
    and I think I felt an earthquake,
    it's a very boring day.

    By Jack Prelutsky
    En die is herkenbaar en grappig. :]

    [ bericht aangepast op 1 jan 2012 - 17:53 ]


    I can't even think straight.

    Ik las ooit een prachtig gedicht over de waarde van dingen alleen kan ik me de woorden niet meer herinneren, noch waar ik het las.


    Let it come and let it be

    In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row on row
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amid the guns below.

    We are the dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
    Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders fields.

    Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ye break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders fields.
    ~ John McCrae

    Omdat het een klassieker is en hij gewoon mooi is.

    [ bericht aangepast op 1 jan 2012 - 18:02 ]


    If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything.