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Has cute kids.
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Encircling
A floundering ship cast to and fro
On waves that hound and ravage, my soul;
My heart would steer straight and pass on current narrow
But with mutinous hands your map I did null.
My strength on the wheel is weary and weak
Broken, my rudder; my guides, the stars hidden.
With tears the true course I would longingly seek
But Scylla is thrashing and to Sirens I'm bidden.
O Captain, my Savior, pluck me from these foul seas
Place me on course, cast winds steady behind me;
Yet stand thou before me that gazing on thee
Remembering I may follow lest to peril I flee.
Stand near beside me to steer me along,
Guard at my shoulder from all that assail;
Turn my dull ears from the seducing song,
Stay the sea monsters, calm whistling gale.
Your presence encircling will speed me to home:
My Lord, my Shepherd, my Captain, my Hope.
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 E l s e w h e r e
Scientists find bugs that eat waste and excrete petrol (link added 06.16.08)
Crude oil is being created from genetically modified bug excretions.
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Pringles can designer buried in his work (link added 06.03.08)
Designer of the Pringles can was cremated and his remains kept in a Pringles can.
Read it
P o e t r y
Contented Wi' Little, And Cantie Wi' Mair - Robert Burns
Contented wi' little and cantie wi' mair,
Whene'er I forgather wi' Sorrow and Care,
I gie them a skelp, as they're creepin alang,
Wi' a cog o' guid swats and an auld Scottish sang.
I whyles claw the elbow o' troublesome Thought;
But Man is a soger, and Life is a faught.
My mirth and guid humour are coin in my pouch,
And my Freedom's my lairdship nae monarch daur touch.
A towmond o' trouble, should that be my fa',
A night o' guid fellowship sowthers it a':
When at the blythe end o' our journey at last,
Wha the Deil ever thinks o' the road he has past?
Blind Chance, let her snapper and stoyte on her way,
Be't to me, be't frae me, e'en let the jade gae!
Come Ease or come Travail, come Pleasure or Pain,
My warst word is:- ' Welcome, and welcome again!'
S t o r y
R e a d i n g / R e a d
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