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The Myth of Asopus comes from the story of a male
Bassoonist who's wife lefted him and he was troubled
that he had dificulties finding a new
wife or partner.
" arníthike na sfíxei to chéri tou týpou"
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Written By Marshoney Seatrunk and Legato A. Battuta
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Kraken Mare and Asopus
: spoke at Antoniadi Dorsum
Metope, shared the stage with him.
to whom might seek love
here at the rivers of Tian he said
might weath might find thee
where Gods and men
shall collaberate to build the City of Zeusia.
The people of Caloris Basin didn't take to kind
to these Gods and Mortals
collaberating under the helm of Asopus
. They sought the God Moccus who devised a
plan against Asopus and his followers.
he gathered every hog in exsistance to
one place there the methane from there waste would
create the storm of storms
Asopus stood at Antoniadi Dorsum
and suddenly a bolt of lightengcrackled from the heavens
a laid hi there for eternaty. Metope his wife knealt beside him and said
My love I feared to tell you that Zues has married
your daughter in Boeotia, now I am without you does it matter?
Zeus said of these, humble the successful that there envy
blinds them from seeing, And that there carlessness reveals there
lack of concern. The city of Zeusia shall be built to worship me
might my enemies tire from againstment.
A gargoyle with an injured paw
Tried to dance at Ma’s corn pone heehaw.
Unfortunately he hurt his jaw.
Loud crow came by, hit him with his caw.
The hoedown was pretty much in full swing.
When ghosts crashed it with a ting-a-ling.
The gargoyle got mad. His fight he did bring.
They all ended up in the pokey. One in a sling.
Creepy vampires got into the entity fray.
They jumped into the jail cells in middle of day.
A rumble started. I had to look away.
At the end of the vampires were victors with a bray.
The faeries heard and brought in October’s moon.
She flashed them soundly and made them swoon.
She brought in black cats who spit and hissed.
The rumor is that the gargoyle was soundly kissed.
Even though he had an injured paw, and lost a fight.
All in all, he had a pretty good Halloween night.
He and the crow ended up friends all right.
The entire scene was a miraculous sight.
We are living organisms
We human 's are living organisms
We are no great
We are no God
We are just a living organism
We are here to live
We are here to breathe
We are to be burried in the earth
We are gone be a part of nature
We are living organism
We might touch the sky
We might be inside the deep oceans
Still, we live
No great we have done, we live
We have no access to post pone our death
We are going to leave this nature
We are living organisms
We live in this nature
Heart attack might hit you
Cardiac arrest might concquer your life
We have no intimation of death
We are just a living organisms
Live the life, love the life
Live and let live others...
The production of godly living
means to put filth and sin away
this is done by being meek
receive the implanted word to stay
Having this word for your souls good
so do what God’s words clearly says
but not just to hear these scriptures only
commit to do this in all your earthly days
Don’t be like that mirror man
looks at himself then does forget
what he has seen there pone wonders
deceiving himself of who he has met
The one who will fully persevere
who’s seen freedom’s law perfectly
will act on what’s been heard
to do God’s revealed will correctly
This is indeed the blessed child of God
receiving grace from their merciful Lord
(James 1:21-25
"Wherefore lay apart all filthiness and superfluity of
naughtiness, and receive with meekness the engrafted
word, which is able to save your souls.
But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only,
deceiving your own selves. For if any be a hearer
of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man
beholding his natural face in a glass: For he beholdeth
himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth
what manner of man he was. But whoso looketh into
the perfect law of liberty, and continueth therein,
he being not a forgetful hearer, but a doer of the
work, this man shall be blessed in his deed.")
Hailed through the ages as the staff of life,
It takes many forms in each town and fief.
There's white bread and brown bread, biscuits and scones,
And hoe cakes and muffins, crescents and corn pone.
When setting a table with china replete,
Without buns or rolls it's just not complete.
The main dish is scrumptious, the side dish is fine,
But the meal is a bust without bread of some kind;
And when a young man is seeking a wife,
If she can't make a biscuit there's gonna be strife;
So when it's all finished and all's done and said,
Please pass the biscuits it ain't supper 'thout bread.
I'm relaxin' with my spouse this New Year's Eve just a-schmoozin',
About past celebrations in our youth that we now find amusin'.
Tomorrow we'll dine on blackeyed peas, an old Southern tradition,
For good luck and bring our hopeful resolutions to fruition!
A moderate tad of spirits in our youth we could tolerate,
And ere the kids arrived, we always slept a little late.
We used to go to late night parties and sip a little booze.
Now, on New Year's Eve, we sit at home and watch the news!
We used to dance the night away at parties bright and gay.
Now, we compare infirmities as others while the night away!
The champagne corks popped and "Auld Lang Syne" we sang.
Fireworks brought in the New Year with a resounding bang!
We recall the silly hats we wore, kisses at the stroke of twelve,
And the heaps of scrumptious grub in which we used to delve.
Now, we sip Metamucil cocktails with sour cream dip and chips,
Slumped in our recliners, snores escapin' from our lips!
Strange that in the olden days we could celebrate 'til dawn,
But by nine o'clock nowadays we can hardly stifle a yawn!
As the clock chimes twelve, I'll leave it for others to celebrate,
'Cept for eatin' blackeyed peas and 'pone to facilitate my fate!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Brought to the river flowing around a cracked stone,
The idealogy was framed to derive a clone,
With inner urge of chewing a decayed bone,
Replacement was done for new headship at home,
Determination has stationed her modul excellently through a pone,
Tried all her best to play a father's role,
Working with peace,I never hit her with a blow,
Children kept digging for their hidden gold,
And we gave our all to make them bold,
Circumstance have laid on me heavy load,
Lost my job on good road,
So I begun serving as a woman in moan,
The story was laid pathetic below what is being shown,
Her friends influence empowered her to do so,
Patience was a prudential virtue I chose,
Truth about our marriage was misplaced on many folds,
But thankfully when life got rightfully thrown,
Everything became hot to melt fallen snows,
After we've made relay of responsibilities in gloves,
Her state of fatherhood was wrong to hold,
And my heart for motherhood is badly known,
Understanding each other now even on a phone,
Never will we nurture complacency to scone.
Urban legend now bared to the bone
Yet its trademark can no larger store clone
No glossy signs, spacious lots fealty to hone
But in colloquial parlance a tradition has grown
Larger Discount stores with dignity stand alone
Corner grocery, its squalid tenement doth bemoan
Manicured plots, concentric lots posh boutiques tone
Corner mart encased in fragile clapboards; skyscrapers of stone
Dilapidated phone booth anchors the curbstone
Squeaky door, bristling bell on entry doth groan
Large retailers, in furnished bakeries bake cakes, fancy scones
Mom and Pop, in one-stove kitchens; yeast rolls, cornbread pone
Serious browsers in large retailers with oversize carts spendthrift prone
At corner store, single-minded shoppers poach sustenance, then are gone
Large franchise with hefty profits and in fertile market sown
Corner grocer in depressed neighborhood; indebted to Savings & Loan
Most beautiful hog you have ever seen
Made her way to Miss I.O.way Queen
We called her pretty
Man, was she witty!
At I.O-way state fair could that sow preen!
Miss Almost Corn Pone jealous of the hog
Let loose her ugly mutt of a dog
Spectators amused
As the hog abused
Dog who ran to the bottom of the bog
I.O.Way butter cow at the state fair
Heard the commotion and followed them there
The Iowegians
In foreign legions
Heard about its melting without a care
Quilters came running from the 4-H hall
One still carrying her ceramic doll
In time to see
Last lick or three
As hog licked up that butter cow so tall.
The state fair had never seen such folly.
Winner of purple was that sweet dolly.
Miss Almost Corn Pone
Got mad and stomped home
Yes this year things were ever so jolly!
CHANGE YOUR NAME, CHANGE YOUR LUCK
There once was a chicken who had no luck
No matter how she tried she couldn't cluck
Brunhilde, her name
To Donald, she changed
Now she's a chicken who quacks like a duck
IN HIS SOUP WAS A FLY
There was a poor man, in his soup was a fly
He just couldn't get that fly to go bye
Turned his bowl upside down
The fly spilled to the ground
Now the soup is too cold, the poor man cried
HE DID NOTHING BUT YAMMER
Pam had a husband named Peter Hammer
All day long he did nothing but yammer
Into his corn pone
She put little stones
He talks less, but when he does, he stammers