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Has cute kids.
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Elegy of the Sun To His Lady
The sun in its golden majesty arose, and you awoke
Like a flower blooming, your skin a rosy hue of finest petal
Bathed in the warm embrace of the mighty Light-Giver.
This face which seest all climbs higher still to obtain better sight;
For your eyes are clearer than sheltered mountain pool,
Your breasts more smooth and shapely than
The comeliest flowering hills the earth can boast;
Your neck the envy of the graceful swan,
Your flowing crown of hair hastening waterfalls
Will endlessly strive to emulate.
Your kiss is sweeter than the tropics' ripest fuit,
And gentler your touch than a butterfly
Alighting on uplifted leaf.
I, the Sun, who oft would yield to disenchanted repose
Hid not my face with clouds any longer,
To behold you for the length of days.
Cold-hearted fate, that you should lie with still, departed heart
And a final short breath while time passes not in solemn
Respect but hurries on and carries me in its onward torrent.
Your body rises from my sight as I sink, knowing for all searching
The far side of the world will never yield such beauteous vision.
Yet for eternity I will rise again and seek this side of the world
For you, and, hiding my face, rain tears upon the earth
In silent mourning, for the passing of Earth's finest flower.
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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.
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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
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