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You Gave Me Hyacinths A Year Ago…
23 Tuesday Jul 2013
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23 Tuesday Jul 2013
Posted in Poets Corner
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T.S. Eliot
My hyacinths are almost flowering; from now on I’ll think of TS Eliot when I see and smell these beautiful Spring flowers…
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This seems a treasure has been posted here. I will make time to soak in it.
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Same here, sandshoe, I came back for more, hasn’t he got beautiful expressive eyes.
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“You gave me hyacinths a year ago…”
Any man who remembers to have given or receiving hyacinths from a year back, is for sure to make a wonderful writer.
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Two boom-booms to raise the tips of your lips a bit:
An Englishman, a Frenchman, a Spaniard and a German are walking down the street together. A juggler is performing on the street but there are so many people the four men can’t see the juggler. So the juggler goes on top of a platform and asks: ”Can you see me now?” The four men answer: ”Yes.” ”Oui.” ”Si.” ”Ja.”
Jean-Paul Sartre is sitting at a French cafe, revising his draft of Being and Nothingness. He says to the waitress: ”I’d like a cup of coffee, please, with no cream.” The waitress replies: ”I’m sorry, Monsieur, but we’re out of cream. How about with no milk?”
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Does this all seem solipsistic, or is it just me?
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