Hee Hee! and the humorous vision of "round John virgin" came to my mind.
I thought you might enjoy this story I found Letty:
"After hearing the Christmas story and singing Silent Night, a Sunday School Class in Sao Paulo, Brazil was asked to draw what they thought the Nativity Scene might have looked like.
One little fellow did a good likeness of Joseph, Mary and the baby Jesus, but off to the side was a roly-poly figure. The teacher, afraid that he had somehow worked St. Nick into the scene, asked him who that was. She wasn't sure whether she was relieved or even more worried when the boy responded, "Oh, that's Round John Virgin."
We're on the same wave length today, Cav. That little story was exactly what I was referencing.
Wow! I gots to get off this machine. There's a matin on my mind, but the realistic part of me is calling...........................................................
We're planning a spontaneous day trip. I'm just waiting for Mrs. cav to get up. Very cool we had the same story in mind.
Good luck with getting on a different machine, for the matin'.
I laid my ladder upon a bed of gravel
I drove my train upon it
We got to Kentucky before the track ran out
A freight train in high weeds is a sad train indeed
Yes, Cav and Letty. Twyvel's head is very well grounded. That's why most people do not understand him.
Him? Oh, my Gawd, J.L. another letter on the ladder:
When we count the steps that we take in time,
We find
A sudden lapse
Perhaps
A sweetness of bitter born,
Maybe a shelter from the storm,
And though there is a rung that rings,
We share a bit of kinder things
In the sphere of never here.
Turning, turning,turning
Beneath a cold wolf moon.
JLNobody wrote: Yes, Cav and Letty. Twyvel's head is very well grounded. That's why most people do not understand him.
To quote the Simpson's 'Stonecutter's Song': "We do, We do...."
Ladders have letters? I wonder how they even get to class.
Or why perhaps they are brought there.
Never walk under a ladder even though
We may carry a letter of recommendation.
It's beneath our station
In life.
And nemo was a clown fish,
At ease among anemones,
The stinging nettles of seven seas
And strife.
So there!
