staying with brother
alarm set for six am
fearing very worst
:eek::D
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staying with brother
alarm set for six am
fearing very worst
:eek::D
Brother sneakily set alarm for five am?:eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Get well soon merrylegs. Take care mate! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Now that is extremely funny! Cheers Mossdog.:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
Awww....poor you, sounds horrible. Get well soon!:)Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
The Horses
I climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark.
Evil air, a frost-making stillness,
Not a leaf, not a bird-
A world cast in frost. I came out above the wood
Where my breath left tortuous statues in the iron light.
But the valleys were draining the darkness
Till the moorline – blackening dregs of the brightening grey –
Halved the sky ahead. And I saw the horses:
Huge in the dense grey –ten together –
Megalith-still. They breathed, making no move,
With draped manes and tilted hind-hooves,
Making no sound.
I passed: not one snorted or jerked its head.
Grey silent fragments
Of a grey still world.
I listened in emptiness on the moor-ridge.
The curlew’s tear turned its edge on the silence.
Slowly detail leafed from the darkness. Then the sun
Orange, red, red erupted
Silently, and splitting to its core tore and flung cloud,
Shook the gulf open, showed blue,
And the big planets hanging –
I turned
Stumbling in a fever of a dream, down towards
The dark woods, from the kindling tops,
And came the horses.
There, still they stood,
But now steaming, and glistening under the flow of light,
Their draped stone manes, their tilted hind-hooves
Stirring under a thaw while all around them
The frost showed its fires. But still they made no sound.
Not one snorted or stamped,
Their hung heads patient as the horizons,
High over valleys, in the red levelling rays –
In din of the crowded streets, going among the years, the faces,
May I still meet my memory in so lonely a place
Between the streams and the red clouds, hearing curlews,
Hearing the horizons endure
Ted Hughes
Don't Diss The Demi-God.
Now then Mossdog you're tryin to diss me,
I can't believe your weak literacy,
I'm a demi-god from ancient greece,
Your a smelly dog with a shaggy fleece.
You know all the ladies love me the most,
All you do is pee up a lamp post,
So give in now to the superior rap,
And make sure you take a baggy when you do a crap.
Oh i know, yes i know that my rap is best,
All you sucker fell runner mc's put me to the test,
As i've proven with Mossdog you will see that you weak,
No one on here can break my streak.
So Freckle you have seen now who is best,
Mossdog can go get his leash instead of being a pest,
I defeated him with consumate ease,
You'll never find another rapper like Herakles.
By Herakles.
to mc's Herakles and mossdog
Just put a donk on it!
MC Mossy is the original big dog around here :cool:
Uncle Jim
I only knew him as an old man,
in old, worn out suits and overcoats.
He had spent the worst part of his
life working down the pit. In the
end it was the dust that had him.
I only knew him as an old man,
who kept peardrops in the pockets
of his overcoats, who had spent the
best part of his life down the pub,
supping all day at halfpints.
I only really knew him as an old
man who waited beside a lampost, to
give me peardrops from the pockets
of his overcoat which were always
covered in lint.