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  • in reply to: Forum Game: 3 words game #127066
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      or floating away

      [img]https://i.imgur.com/pPzTWmo.jpg?1[/img]

      in reply to: Forum Game: 3 words game #127064
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                      And Smoking Afterwards

                      [img]https://i.imgur.com/vLw1QVm.jpg?1[/img]

        in reply to: Forum Game. I Wish for an Image of …. #163025
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                              [img]https://i.imgur.com/IEsGJEH.jpg?1[/img]

                                    I would like to see a Jan Porcellis seascape

          in reply to: Music Association Game #41912
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                    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnxUIni0mIo

            [img]https://i.imgur.com/AvmSjp3.jpg?1[/img]

            in reply to: Favourite Pomes #168676
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              I love this for it's simplicty, the beauty of it's imagery.

              Marianne Moore – “The Steeple-Jack”

              Dürer would have seen a reason for living
              in a town like this, with eight stranded whales
              to look at; with the sweet sea air coming into your house
              on a fine day, from water etched
              with waves as formal as the scales
              on a fish.

              One by one in two’s and three’s, the seagulls keep
              flying back and forth over the town clock,
              or sailing around the lighthouse without moving their wings —
              rising steadily with a slight
              quiver of the body — or flock
              mewing where

              a sea the purple of the peacock’s neck is
              paled to greenish azure as Dürer changed
              the pine green of the Tyrol to peacock blue and guinea
              gray. You can see a twenty-five-
              pound lobster; and fish nets arranged
              to dry. The

              whirlwind fife-and-drum of the storm bends the salt
              marsh grass, disturbs stars in the sky and the
              star on the steeple; it is a privilege to see so
              much confusion. Disguised by what
              might seem the opposite, the sea-
              side flowers and

              trees are favored by the fog so that you have
              the tropics first hand: the trumpet-vine,
              fox-glove, giant snap-dragon, a salpiglossis that has
              spots and stripes; morning-glories, gourds,
              or moon-vines trained on fishing-twine
              at the back door;

              cat-tails, flags, blueberries and spiderwort,
              striped grass, lichens, sunflowers, asters, daisies —
              yellow and crab-claw ragged sailors with green bracts — toad-plant,
              petunias, ferns; pink lilies, blue
              ones, tigers; poppies; black sweet-peas.
              The climate

              is not right for the banyan, frangipani, or
              jack-fruit trees; or for exotic serpent
              life. Ring lizard and snake-skin for the foot, if you see fit;
              but here they’ve cats, not cobras, to
              keep down the rats. The diffident
              little newt

              with white pin-dots on black horizontal spaced-
              out bands lives here; yet there is nothing that
              ambition can buy or take away. The college student
              named Ambrose sits on the hillside
              with his not-native books and hat
              and sees boats

              at sea progress white and rigid as if in
              a groove. Liking an elegance of which
              the sourch is not bravado, he knows by heart the antique
              sugar-bowl shaped summer-house of
              interlacing slats, and the pitch
              of the church

              spire, not true, from which a man in scarlet lets
              down a rope as a spider spins a thread;
              he might be part of a novel, but on the sidewalk a
              sign says C. J. Poole, Steeple Jack,
              in black and white; and one in red
              and white says

              Danger. The church portico has four fluted
              columns, each a single piece of stone, made
              modester by white-wash. Theis would be a fit haven for
              waifs, children, animals, prisoners,
              and presidents who have repaid
              sin-driven

              senators by not thinking about them. The
              place has a school-house, a post-office in a
              store, fish-houses, hen-houses, a three-masted schooner on
              the stocks. The hero, the student,
              the steeple-jack, each in his way,
              is at home.

              It could not be dangerous to be living
              in a town like this, of simple people,
              who have a steeple-jack placing danger signs by the church
              while he is gilding the solid-
              pointed star, which on a steeple
              stands for hope.

              in reply to: Forum Game. WHAT IF? MUSIC GAME #155225
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                What if I just don't believe in a god or any of that
                superstitious nonsense, being a good neo-pagan,
                can't be be hollering 'praise be' now can I ?
                (good song tho')


                            Hallelujah Morning


                        https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zuRU5jFp8oY

                [img]https://i.imgur.com/EMW0asu.jpg?1[/img]

                in reply to: Music. What I’m listening to… #162729
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                  [img]https://i.imgur.com/8HckuDH.jpg?1[/img]

                  Strawberries and Wine

                  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nhObzUFajo

                  [img]https://i.imgur.com/NzTNiM3.jpg?1[/img]

                  in reply to: Forum Game: 3 words game #127062
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                                            With Audrey Hepburn

                                            [img]https://i.imgur.com/rl9LuRX.jpg?1[/img]

                    in reply to: KISSES of AChat :) please read intro! #162210
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                      in reply to: Forum Game. What does it tell you? #114815
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                        Custard      can't get enough of it,  has so many uses so my Eff tells me

                        [img]https://i.imgur.com/ZwltbfI.jpg?2[/img]

                        in reply to: Joke of the Day #157729
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                          Woman goes to the doctor and says can I have some more
                          sleeping pills for my husband.  Doctor says why do you need
                          more and the woman replies “cos he's woken up”

                          in reply to: Regards, wishes and little messages #127306
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                            A big thank you to young Mosky for cold inviting me
                            to try out my new boots  …  aahhhhh bless

                            [img]https://i.imgur.com/a4tVK32.jpg?2[/img]

                            in reply to: Forum Game. Carry on with the last word… #166029
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                              Her gaze was drawn by Lady Ganderpoke's nostrils flaring at the smell of something noxious in the air.
                              It dawned on her that the Earl of Bedlam had flatulence again even after she insisted that he never
                              eat the spam and nutella fritters again but his mistress, Pixie Hotmuffin, although she was 87 kept
                              frying them in patchouli and almond oil.  Despite the numerous fires Pixie was never put off by the
                              appearance of a fit fireman dragging her out of another smoke-filled room to receive chest massage
                              and mouth to mouth resucitation even though he wore a rubber mask to do so since the first time
                              she nearly sucked his face clean off.  The good Lady Ganderpoke shuddered at the thought of it.
                              Never again she cried.

                              in reply to: Faces of Achat. Fun, sensual and Sexy Achat pics. #162181
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                                Ethel and me celebrating the arrival of Hot Kissing

                                in reply to: CRY HAVOC ! And let slip the tunes…… #168157
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                                  Jesse DeNatale   Shangri-La West

                                  (an amazing voice)

                                  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFLmdszh5-E

                                  [img]https://i.imgur.com/U8ETZXw.jpg?1[/img]

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