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1. Headcolds retreat like melting glaciers, from the nose back into the skull.
2. Australian lungfish live in vegetated riffles.
3. The Holy Trinity is like the three-way mirror in a discount store dressing room. No matter what the vantage, your thighs look fat.
4. Latvian proverb applicable to global climate change: "By the time you notice the snag in the sweater, you are wearing a ball of wool."
5. Squirrels are terrorists, planting acorn sleeper cells.
6. Year Three post-divorce is the corrugated metal anniversary.
7. The species name is so accurately unkind, the whisper of a 7th Grade girl.
8. We know that Shakespeare was rich because he kept a hedgehog in the kitchen to eat cockroaches.
9. Pay attention to zoo signage. Brookfield Zoo (2005):
"Addax Awaiting Their Turn to Breed."
10. Self-deprecation is the Irish Tourette's.
Seas have their sourse, and soe have shallow springes:
And Love is Love, in beggars and in Kinges.
(The Lowest Trees Have Topps, Sir Edward Dyer)
HERR KEPLER'S NOTEBOOK
Time is the bully anchor of the opposing tug-rope team.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
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