The Baby Fairies* Four tiny babes, snug as can be Nestled in the moss at the foot of our tree In acorn caps and wooly buntings Fast asleep while Papa’s gone hunting Mama stays close by, gathering seeds And all that a fairy mother needs To delight her babies when they awake With a supper of thimbleberry fairy cake.
*An original poem by Ivo and me. Inspired by (mostly) real events.
Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is.
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Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is.
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Never ascribe to malice, that which can be explained by incompetence.
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The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you’re still a rat.
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Some people like my advice so much that they frame it upon the wall instead of using it.
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