Please don't be sad
When there's nothing to add
Of substance, dear lad
Another troublesome doodad
By a vexing comrade
And please don't be mad
When the content is bad
Whether mythic or by Vlad
Or the writers a cad
Who only wears plaid
When the worst that you've had
Is an unkempt nomad
From Rome or Riyadh
In barely a scad
Or a crusty granddad
Whose completely unclad
Nary a Galahad
Or a fit Olympiad
For he's only a tad
Tempered by the fad
Of the latest triad
In their funky dank pad
In distant Leningrad
So don't be like Brad
All up in the nad
Emotions aren't ironclad
You know that, egad!
Is it just me, or is there too much violence in the media?
The Warriors are one game away from sweeping the Spurs out of the Western Conference finals after Saturday’s Game 3 win.
They are so underwhelmed.
Curry hurries.
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Copperfield, at present, I have nothing to bestow but advice. Still, that advice is so far worth taking. I have never taken it myself, and am the miserable creature you behold. Young friend, I counsel you: Take the Warriors all the way.
Hooprolling began with an activity once held on May Day, which students celebrated as a day of frivolity and of escaping from real-world worries into a day of child's play. Students would dress up in children's clothing and play games on Severance Green. One of the most popular was a race in which seniors, clad in graduation robes, rolled wooden hoops. Hooprolling has become a Wellesley institution in itself and is now held independently.
Another not-so-well-publicized event here in My Town.
The month of May being Bicycle Month, Mayor Murphy last year decided to push the pedals for public awareness.
The Mayor's Bike Ride has officially become a tradition, now in its second year. I'm not sure, but these girls seem to be off-piste.
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I chose to stay home and took a long walk later in the heat of the day to El Bajio and the Grocery Outlet.
Summer's here, the UC students have left for now, and the mockingbird rules the nighttime. The window's wide open and his sounds are like crystal, so crisp and happy-sounding. And such a wide selection of bird-calls this one has, Oh my! :0)
The Boss of the Crew.
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How's the weather up there?
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Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
The tree crew was out and whacking palms Saturday a.m. and provided plenty of entertainment of a sort enjoyed by retired old farts...watching others work and silently criticizing.
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