Hello, world! This blog began on September 28, 2007, and so far nobody has come looking for me with tar and feathers.
On my honor, I will do my best not to bore you. All comments are welcome
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Showing posts with label Margaret Craven. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Margaret Craven. Show all posts
Sunday, July 4, 2010
It’s a free country and I can post whatever I like, whenever I like, or not
Today I liked this:
A wise old owl sat in an oak.
The more he saw, the less he spoke;
The less he spoke, the more he heard.
Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?
I’m sure you know what an owl looks like, so I am not going to insult your intelligence by publishing a picture of one. If, however, you really, really would like to see many, many pictures of lots and lots of different kinds of owls, click here.
Knock yourself out.
And then, after you don’t care if you ever see another owl, read this.
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