Tryin to look like Gary Cooper
we've been down this road before.....
How many roads must a man walk down
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-- Robert Frost
The Little Death (Who said it?)
(Don't know who said it, but is a common expression in French for about 300 hundred years now . . . but you do spark a word association:)
Emma Bovary
B. Franklin, and by it he meant sleep whereas the French, I think, mean orgasm, eez eet not so?
(Oui, c'est vrai . . . )
Go fly a kite
(Word Association, remember . . .)
chin chiminy chinchincheree
A chimny sweep's lucky as lucky can be
supercalifragilisticexpealidocious...
antidisestalishmentarianism
"Bweep-bweep...ahhhh, bweep-bweep,
Bang-bang,
Cornbread, hog-maws, and chittli'ns,"
Hope your still hungry Booman. Baby's head & mash then spotted dick & ice cream
