How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep into our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
- Shakespeare, Merchant...Act 5
^Would that make me thing two?
We lost the numbers pinned to our shirts and don't know which is which anymore.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep into our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
- Shakespeare, Merchant...Act 5
I do apologise Olly, we seem to have strayed from the subject.
I am irredeemably unfocussed.
I am adverbially deficitated, but providentialistically verbivified.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep into our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
- Shakespeare, Merchant...Act 5
*Swoon*
Such dexterous use of pure gibberish, I'm in love.
I am the one who has the keyboard permanently imprinted on her face.
If you talk to a cat they look at you as if you are way below their intelligence to even listen.
However, when you talk to a dog they look at you with such admiration and really do seem to understand what you are saying.
Even if it is a bit silly...
...they still think you are wonderful.
I am down to my last chocolate.
I am in dire need of a box so I can see over the big wigs.
I am a grouchy old man especially after my nap so shut up and go away.
"Put not your trust not in princes, in the children of men,
in whom there is no salvation."
Psalm 146
Timely, isn't it?
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