September 5, 2009

A Persian Poem

When of thy wordly goods

Thy find thyself bereft,

And from the goodly store

Two loaves alone are left.

Sell one, and with the dole

Buy hyacinths to feed the soul.

 ………….

June 6th 2010

……Best friends never tell each other that they’re best friends, they just know.

……Friends are those rare people who ask how we are and then wait to hear the answer.

……A good friend sees your first tear, catches the second and stops the third.

……A good friend is hard to find, hard to lose and hard to forget.

……Onwards, Upwards, anyway but Backwards.

……No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.

……One had to pay some price for being able piss standing up.

……Fools talk, cowards are silent but wise men listen.

……Waiting is the rust of the soul.

……I married Mr. Right. I just didn’t know his first name was ALWAYS.

…… Where there is no path, follow your heart.

……No one will win the battle of the sexes, there is too much flirting with the enemy.

……Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, rhuematism may set in any day.

……Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that people who have the most live the longest.

……Age is something that doesn’t matter - unless you are a cheese.

……Never argue with a fool as people may bot know the difference.

……Why don’t sheep shrink when it rains?

……To travel alone is to take a jouney into yourself.

……I like you very much……….a lot.

 

 

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