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“Necessity… the mother of invention”
Plato
Under the Sun
When all is said and done
Enjoying the sea and the sun
Finally, having lots of fun
Though, there is one pun
It all happened in Greece
Before they took a lease
On their little piece of heaven
Always open twenty-four seven
But, alas the play will still continue
And I hope to this wonderful venue
End up
Soon enough
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“It was a classic; it was a throwback to the old days.”
– JOE TORRE
Photo Rehab for Throwback Thursday Part One
This weeks Throwback Thursday is dedicated to gems from the photo challenges from Photo Rehab AKA the Clinic.Enjoy!
By the Seashore
Birds
Under the Sun
Life in the Monochrome
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“Things are not quite so simple always as black and white”
Doris Lessing
Life in the Monochrome
I am neither black or white
I am just a gray delight
Maybe not so much fun
Being only a colour of one
That of a monotone
But not a clone
You may call me,
Monochrome
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“Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
The Raven EDGAR ALLAN POE
Birds
Face to face
Eye to eye
This was one race
Which could go awry
Standing there
Assessing me
Its glare
Devouring me
Without any warning
Flying across the air
Giving me the scare
Looking with scorning
No escape
Its mouth agape
It tilted its head
Quoth the bird “Polly wants a cracker”
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“A black cat crossing your path signifies
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Caturday
This tale’s end
Will the norm bend
Cat and mouse decided
To shake their paws delighted
The lesson of this tale?
Sometimes it’s good to fail
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“A black cat crossing your path signifies
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Caturday
The grounded bat
Knew he tasted sweet
Stood still on the mat
There was no time to greet
Only time, for combat
continued in part three
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“A black cat crossing your path signifies
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Caturday
After a long while
Both standing still
Trying to act hostile
But without thrill
So instead of the usual
They decided in mutual
continued in part four
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“A black cat crossing your path signifies
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Caturday
When the black cat
Was crossing the street
She was chasing a rat
Trying to act discreet
Hiding behind a big hat
Awaiting her treat
continued in part two
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“When the seagulls follow the trawler,
t is because they think
sardines will be thrown into the sea”
Eric Cantona
Seagulls
“Are you looking at me?”
The seagull retorted angrily
“If you did not bring a fish,
Then on a secret I will not dish,
Nor will I grant you any wish!”
“Are you a bird or a genie?”
The passerby asked,
Bewildered, of the seagull’s comment
“What on earth are you on about?
I was just flapping my snout,
What ever comes out
Never you give a doubt!”
The seagull sarcastically responded
“I, I,”
The passerby stammered,
“I just thought…
“You people with the thinking!
Don’t think, just do!”
“Oh, ok then!
I wish
For a juicy fish
And a side dish
Of a salad!”
“Wish noted
Wish may
Or may not be realized.
It’s hard to say
With these modern
Wishing machines.
Now,
Move along,
Nothing else here to see,
Just enjoying the sun,
Trying to get a tan,
So, move along!”
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“When the seagulls follow the trawler,
t is because they think
sardines will be thrown into the sea”
Eric Cantona
Seagulls
“Is this a band I do see?
A band of seagulls?
Perhaps, a Flock of Seagulls?”
“A smart guy, eh?
Whatcha looking at?
Never seen a few birds flock?
And now, now you want us to rock?
Very well,
If this will sell
Then let’s all
Have a rock ‘n’ roll ball!”
Then, the band started playing
A band made of birds
Birds called seagulls
A flock of seagulls…
Rantings Of A Third Kind 