Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

Well, I think we all appreciate your brain on this thread HHH, you have made me laugh a lot. Thanks.

That is sweet to say so. Thanks to you too.

[Nathaniel Lee]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Satans page must get off it as quick as possible.

[Harry H Howgill]

It looks like your brain is pretty sharp tonight too my dear. That is great.

Night night Freckle

Here, here!

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Harry's brain is an awesome device
a master of fellrunning haiku
rumour states it runs on peas and rice
so dear harry don't go changing
your frontal, temporal or occipital regions
we love your brain just the way it is
and the stories it tells are indeed legion!

and on that bombshell frecks is off to bed

na night all!

x

[Hes]

Please laugh. I don't think any damage was done to either me, the bike, or the tumble dryer. How far from the wall were you when you realised that you hadn't reconnected the brakes? It sounds funny now, but I hope it didn't hurt.

Was the inevitability harder than the wall?

So glad that you are not damaged in anyway. I was not too far from the wall when I tested my brakes...it was quite funny and only ended up in a grazed leg. Nothing major. Was a few years ago but it has made me think that me and walls don't mix too well! I'm off to bed. Night HHH, night all.x

[Harry H Howgill]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Satans page must get off it as quick as possible.

A lightbulb just appeared overhead. Only just twigged. Page 666

[Harry H Howgill]

So glad that you are not damaged in anyway. I was not too far from the wall when I tested my brakes...it was quite funny and only ended up in a grazed leg. Nothing major. Was a few years ago but it has made me think that me and walls don't mix too well! I'm off to bed. Night HHH, night all.x

Night Hes, sweet dreams.

[Nathaniel Lee]

Night Hes and Freckle too.

[Harry H Howgill]

Blue-Butterfly Day

by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)



IT is blue-butterfly day here in spring,
And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry
There is more unmixed color on the wing
Than flowers will show for days unless they hurry.



But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.

[Hes]

Blue-Butterfly Day

by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)



IT is blue-butterfly day here in spring,
And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry
There is more unmixed color on the wing
Than flowers will show for days unless they hurry.



But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.

Nice choice, it is one of my favourite Frost poems along with the one about the snow and the crow. I based a print on it.

[Nathaniel Lee]

Lovely stuff like a lot.