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I should probably write something profound, or patriotic, or something about bravery or heroes.
Unfortunately, I have nothing to say along those lines. My mind is incredibly (blissfully) blank right now. But since I'm here I may as well write down something.
Something:
“The young miss and her swan done canteloped,” said Jayga to the desk sergeant. “I knew he weren’t no quality. Bezooks, he hangs around all night, he does. Lend me your ears! Four score and twenty-nine years ago, I did remember from the prick of tails what when he was loft to give and crovet with sateen robes and silken duvets. Hath thee no grime?”
“What was that?” The sergeant wanted to know. “Are you here to report a crime?”
“Bezooks I am! Damn your face, piebald strumpet!”
My sister just started singing "Amazing Grace" in the shower. REALLY LOUD. It's really funny, in a very pathetic sort of way.
And here is my "this-is-a-time-of-healing-and-remembering-blah-blah-woof-woof" contribution:
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure - measure a year?
In daylights - In sunsets
In midnights - In cups of coffee
In inches - In miles
In laughter - In strife
In - Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
Unfortunately, I have nothing to say along those lines. My mind is incredibly (blissfully) blank right now. But since I'm here I may as well write down something.
Something:
“The young miss and her swan done canteloped,” said Jayga to the desk sergeant. “I knew he weren’t no quality. Bezooks, he hangs around all night, he does. Lend me your ears! Four score and twenty-nine years ago, I did remember from the prick of tails what when he was loft to give and crovet with sateen robes and silken duvets. Hath thee no grime?”
“What was that?” The sergeant wanted to know. “Are you here to report a crime?”
“Bezooks I am! Damn your face, piebald strumpet!”
My sister just started singing "Amazing Grace" in the shower. REALLY LOUD. It's really funny, in a very pathetic sort of way.
And here is my "this-is-a-time-of-healing-and-remembering-blah-blah-woof-woof" contribution:
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure - measure a year?
In daylights - In sunsets
In midnights - In cups of coffee
In inches - In miles
In laughter - In strife
In - Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
