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Dog buy rum, cow drink am, hog in sty get drunk. Middle age is when broadness of the mind and narrowness of the waist change places Like father, like son. The Moon does not heed the barking of dogs Prevention is better than cure A drop of ink may make a million think. Even a clock that does not work is right twice a day The more you get, the more you want Remove thy way far from her, and come not nigh the door of her house. Good people are scarce In Gates we trust.
There is more than one way to skin a cat Time and tide wait for no man. We never know the worth of water till the well is dry Is better to light a candle than to curse the darkness Spare the rod and spoil the child All is for the best in the best of the possible worlds Don't mind how bird vex, it can't vex with tree. Silence is golden When yuh deh in bad luck wet paper self ah cut yuh. A bad custom is like a good cake, better broken than kept. After a famine in the stall comes a famine in the hall After the storm comes the calm
You go, my lad!
Clash, crash! Crush, smash!
Hammer and tongs! Knocker and gongs!
Pound, pound, far underground!
Ho, ho! my lad!
Swish, smack! Whip crack!
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Dog buy rum, cow drink am, hog in sty get drunk. Middle age is when broadness of the mind and narrowness of the waist change places Like father, like son. The Moon does not heed the barking of dogs Prevention is better than cure A drop of ink may make a million think. Even a clock that does not work is right twice a day The more you get, the more you want Remove thy way far from her, and come not nigh the door of her house. Good people are scarce In Gates we trust.
There is more than one way to skin a cat Time and tide wait for no man. We never know the worth of water till the well is dry Is better to light a candle than to curse the darkness Spare the rod and spoil the child All is for the best in the best of the possible worlds Don't mind how bird vex, it can't vex with tree. Silence is golden When yuh deh in bad luck wet paper self ah cut yuh. A bad custom is like a good cake, better broken than kept. After a famine in the stall comes a famine in the hall After the storm comes the calm
You go, my lad!
Clash, crash! Crush, smash!
Hammer and tongs! Knocker and gongs!
Pound, pound, far underground!
Ho, ho! my lad!
Swish, smack! Whip crack!
a poem a dada keeps the nebula away
posted by WendyBuckWild at 10:40 AM
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The More You Remove
We can't spare a drop.
In the worlds of a child,
The mind may heed the custom of bad places.
A clash of cure and darkness
May waylay her from a crack in the skin.
There is a famine of good in the house.
We can't spare a drop.
(Sarah's Circle)
the middle age
wet paper barking
like a million clocks
a drop, a tide of time
spoils the ink
don’t mind her!
oh, she is a storm, a moon
oh, people are scarce
but the well is dry and
calm is better broken then kept
you go, my lad
clash, clash, crush, smash
pound, pound, far underground
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