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The gourmant of Lillouette
A fundamental grackle
Sat on a fence entablature
And watched the sea dog gambol.

A king bird bobbing to and fro
A Roland knave and then some
Waited till the sea dog slept
To ping his head a pin hole

The pink eyed sailor jumped and yelled
"Hey! Why did you do that for?"
The gourmant bird gave him a smirk
"A pin hole pint for me sir."

The sailor scratched and sat up right
Recusant as a red head
He said:"You rotten little bird.
You might have asked to share some."

And then he put on his skull cap
And grabbed his shimmery sword
And swaying, drank another swig
of brandy to his lord.

And still a swaying, he did leave
back to his lady fair
The sails of which he loved the most
A shasta daisy, in the wind.

A Lady's Life

Have a great day!

P.S. And for those who heard about changes on Ryanair , trains in Amsterdam also offer toilet bags between stations which jelly in 3-5 seconds, what you put inside them.
Easy for men but how are women to do it? lol

Rail Blaze

My Bucket List contains things I still would love to do in my life.
Since the list is long, I don't think I will ever have time to grow old, let alone die. lol

One of these things is to go on a long train ride through mountains and valleys and watch the landscape change in color and smell.

And if only the train could stop, when people would like to sight see a certain spot along the way.
This would truly be grand.

Here is a poem about the train of life
Written By: Praveen

Some folks ride the train of life
Looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
And marking every year.

They sit in sad remembrance,
Of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
And hang their head and cry.

But I don’t concern myself with that,
I took a different vent,
I look forward to what life holds,
And not what has been spent.

So strap me to the engine,
As securely as I can be,
I want to be out on the front,
To see what I can see.

I want to feel the winds of change,
Blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds,
As I move from place to place.

I want to see what’s coming up,
Not looking at the past,
Life’s too short for yesterdays,
It moves along too fast.

So if the ride gets bumpy,
While you are looking back,
Go up front, and you may find,
Your life has jumped the track.

It’s all right to remember,
That’s part of history,
But up front’s where it’s happening,
There’s so much mystery.

The enjoyment of living,
Is not where we have been,
It’s looking ever forward,
To another year and ten.

It’s searching all the byways,
Never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life,
You gotta drive the train.

Read more: http://www.poetryoflife.com/train-of-life/#ixzz1E5FXAQJy

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Roger was on a train, mumbling to himself, smiling, and then raising his hand. After a moment of silence, he would go through the same process ... mumble, smile, raise hand, silence.

Maggie watched this closely, and after about ¼ an hour, she said, in a concerned voice, 'Excuse me. Is anything the matter?'

'Oh, no,' Roger answered. 'It's just that these long trips get very tedious so I tell myself jokes.'

'Why then, inquired Maggie, 'do you keep raising your hand?'

'Well,' smiled Roger, 'that's to interrupt myself because I've heard that joke before.'

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Pinot Wines

There are many 'pinot' wines on the market these days: Pinot Noir, Pinot Blanc and Pinot Grigio are but a few.

There is also marketing research on a product for senior citizens from a new hybrid grape that acts as a diuretic and will reduce the number of trips an older person has to make to the bathroom during the night.

They will be marketing the new wine as .... Pinot More.

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Broken Road.

Life is full of roads to take. The importance lies in knowing which one is the right one for you.