From: cujo@petitmorte.net   
      
   nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in   
   news:eGmdnUk6H6y-jtH0nZ2dnZfqn_SdnZ2d@giganews.com:   
      
   >> HarryLime wrote:   
   >>   
   >>> Will-Dockery wrote:   
   >>>   
   >>>> NancyGene wrote:   
   >>>>   
   >>>>> Will-Dockery wrote:   
   >>>>>   
   >>>>>> NancyGene wrote:   
   >>>>>> Christmas   
   >>>>>> by W.H. Davies   
   >>>>>>   
   >>>>>> Christmas has come, let's eat and drink"   
   >>>>>> This is no time to sit and think;   
   >>>>>> Farewell to study, books and pen,   
   >>>>>> And welcome to all kinds of men.   
   >>>>>> Let all men now get rid of care,   
   >>>>>> And what one has let others share;   
   >>>>>> Then 'tis the same, no matter which   
   >>>>>> Of us is poor, or which is rich.   
   >>>>>> Let each man have enough this day,   
   >>>>>> Since those that can are glad to pay;   
   >>>>>> There's nothing now too rich or good   
   >>>>>> For poor men, not the King's own food.   
   >>>>>> Now like a singing bird my feet   
   >>>>>> Touch earth, and I must drink and eat.   
   >>>>>> Welcome to all men: I'll not care   
   >>>>>> What any of my fellows wear;   
   >>>>>> We'll not let cloth divide our souls,   
   >>>>>> They'll swim stark naked in the bowls.   
   >>>>>> Welcome, poor beggar: I'll not see   
   >>>>>> That hand of yours dislodge a flea,"   
   >>>>>> While you sit at my side and beg,   
   >>>>>> Or right foot scratching your left leg.   
   >>>>>> Farewell restraint: we will not now   
   >>>>>> Measure the ale our brains allow,   
   >>>>>> But drink as much as we can hold.   
   >>>>>> We'll count no change when we spend gold;   
   >>>>>> This is no time to save, but spend,   
   >>>>>> To give for nothing, not to lend.   
   >>>>>> Let foes make friends: let them forget   
   >>>>>> The mischief-making dead that fret   
   >>>>>> The living with complaint like this"   
   >>>>>> "He wronged us once, hate him and his."   
   >>>>>> Christmas has come; let every man   
   >>>>>> Eat, drink, be merry all he can.   
   >>>>>> Ale's my best mark, but if port wine   
   >>>>>> Or whisky's yours"let it be mine;   
   >>>>>> No matter what lies in the bowls,   
   >>>>>> We'll make it rich with our own souls.   
   >>>>>> Farewell to study, books and pen,   
   >>>>>> And welcome to all kinds of men.   
   >>>>>   
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   >>>>> Posted several hours before George Dance stole the poem from us.   
   >>>>   
   >>>>   
   >>>> George Dance mines our posts for things that he can repost.   
   >>>   
   >>>   
   >>> George Dance is afraid of us yet idolizes us and is jealous of us.   
   >>> He is conflicted.   
   >>   
   >>   
   >> That's a hilarious delusion you've got there, NG.   
   >>   
   >>   
   >   
   >   
   >   
   > It is true[/quote]   
   >   
   > I suppose you might actually believe that.   
   >   
   > 😏[/quote]   
   >   
   >   
   > Based on Dunce's interactions with NancyGene, I have always felt that   
   > his unwarranted animosity toward her stemmed from the fact that 1)   
   > she is a woman, and 2)  she is obviously more intelligent than   
   > him.[/quote]   
   >   
   > That's very true.  George Dunce tries to denigrate us by calling us   
   > names, yet he idolizes us, is jealous of us, and is stuck in   
   > Canuckistan, with no escape.  He dreams of a life without Moose, which   
   > we have.   
      
   I'm waiting for the inevitable "the moose made me do it!" from George.   
      
      
   --   
   "Post-editing someone's statement before replying to it is a sure sign   
   that you have already lost the argument." - Little Willie Douchebag gets   
   another asskicking from Pendragon   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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