Byron and Shelley and Keats/ Were a trio of lyrical treats. |
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Constant use had not worn ragged the fabric of their friendship |
Constant use will not wear ragged the fabric of friendship. |
Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do |
Ducking for apples - change one letter and it's the story of my life. |
Enjoyed it! One more drink and I'd have been under the host. |
Every love's the love before in a duller dress |
Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants. |
Excuse me, everybody, I have to go to the bathroom. I really have to telephone, but I'm too embarrassed to say so. |
Excuse my dust |
Four be the things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe. |
Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt. |
Good work, Mary. We all knew you had it in you. |
Gratitude - the meanest and most snivelling attribute in the world. |