Gosh I woke up this morning, went to the bathroom and found this huge zit on the left zide of my upper lip... I would post a pic but then you guys would probably detect the little boy's mustache i'm sporting this season. Hmm. But the funnier thing is Rich seems to have an ingrown hair on his upper lip, on the right side, and he's the one who grooms his mustache, so when we kiss they touch and it's like we're trying to activate wonder zit power! Haha. Sorry sweetie, it's just so funny.
Okay gotta go. Oh check out this poem, the first two lines are recited by Willy Wonka in "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory":
It's by Arthur O'Shaughnessy. I happen to like it a lot, and it rhymes...(this isn't the full poem but I like where it ends)
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh* with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
Arthur O'Shaughnessy. 1844–1881
*Nineveh: ancient city capital of Assyria; ruins in Iraq on the Tigris opposite Mosul. (Here's your Iraq and Tigris, Rich).
Enjoy,
Me
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