tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21840820034764455862024-03-05T23:54:01.322-08:00Rosamund BrowneRosamund Brownehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049040826330019277noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184082003476445586.post-87588635373125632952015-10-28T05:47:00.001-07:002015-10-28T05:47:59.396-07:00LOUSY DRIVER October 28th<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<strong>when I started to get around in this, other drivers gave me a sympathetic smile and a very wide birth. They fell over themselves to help me, and seemed glad to have me among them. </strong></div>
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<strong>However, this didn't stop me from being a lousy driver and being frequently stopped by whining motorbikes driven by a bemused policeman. One such stopped me in the middle of Sevenoaks, strolled over to me nonchalantly, looking like an oversized Michelin man in his leather gear.</strong></div>
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<strong>He tapped on the window. I opened it and said cheerily, "Hello, Officer, what have I done wrong?" He removed his helmet and said very slowly,</strong></div>
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<strong>"Well, Madam, I'm afraid I've head some complaints about your driving."</strong></div>
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<strong>"That doesn't surprise me, I'm not a very good driver."</strong></div>
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<strong>The poor man looked as if he'd been pricked by a pin; in fact I could almost hear and see the air coming out of his leathers. Open mouthed, he appeared to shrink</strong></div>
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<strong> </strong><strong> To give himself a bit of breathing space and gather up his shredded dignity and status, he put his hands behind his back and walked slowly round my vehicle. Ending up beside me at the window once more, he said, "To be honest, Madam, you haven't got <em>much</em> to be a good driver <em>in</em>, have you." I thought this was rather rude, having seen men twice his size pale at the thought of going anywhere near one. </strong><br />
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<strong>These are off the road now and not many years later the seat belt law came in just as I became pregnant, and the seat belt I had wouldn't stretch so I moved on to a 50 cc motorbike, but that's another story.</strong><br />
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<strong></strong><br />Rosamund Brownehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049040826330019277noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184082003476445586.post-8612051272613893312015-10-27T16:48:00.000-07:002015-10-27T16:48:20.017-07:00AN AWKWARD CUSTOMER OCTOBER 27TH<strong> </strong><br />
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<strong> I taught for three years in a huge flat roofed secondary school in Hampshire. This was in the days when I could walk. I have Cerebral Palsy, so my walk was very far short of "gainly" or confident. Let's face it, it was odd. </strong><br />
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<strong>Samuel O’Flynn was a
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<strong> When he came into
class he would swagger and strut.</strong><br />
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He had laughing eyes
and a right wicked grin,</strong><br />
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He was small for his
age, was Samuel O’Flynn. </strong><br />
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<strong><o:p> </o:p>Now, I am disabled,
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It looked pretty odd,
and it made people talk.</strong><br />
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When he walked into
class, I was staggered to see</strong><br />
<strong> That Samuel was
trying to walk just like me.</strong><br />
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<strong>The limp is too weak
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The classroom fell
silent, I dropped to the floor.</strong><br />
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“Now you push that
knee <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">in,</i> and you twist that <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">foot</i> more.”</strong><br />
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“That’s more like
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He took a few steps,
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He suddenly stopped,
….. never did it again.</strong><br />
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Rosamund Brownehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049040826330019277noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184082003476445586.post-53155372374934333632015-10-26T07:59:00.002-07:002015-10-26T07:59:51.596-07:00THERE'S ALWAYS SOMEONE,,,,,,,,,, OCT 26TH 2015 Nothing about me has ever been straight: Can't walk straight, see straight, cut straight, write straight or think straight. There are days, like today when a little voice warns you to "stay where you are. Just don't bother!" and then says, smugly, "well I did warn you," when you don't.<br />
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I shower, I dress and end up feeling as if I've done a day's work, had my face rearranged by a first year student cosmetic surgeon and done 10 rounds with the neighbour's Rottweiler.<br />
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Then I look around and see someone<br />
worse off than myself.<br />
Rosamund Brownehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049040826330019277noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184082003476445586.post-57017455109129494392015-10-23T06:34:00.000-07:002015-10-23T06:34:21.588-07:00THE JEWEL IN MY DIOCES WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 21ST 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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FRIARS, a Carmelite priory in Aylesford Kent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Ther Carmelites first settled here in 1242, but were dispersed in 1538
at the time of the reformation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They
returned to Aylesford in 1949 and have lived there ever since. In 1974 Bishop
Cyril Cowderoy called it “The Jewel My Diocese.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Here is the gist of a letter I have written to some
people telling them of the way The Friars turned my life around.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #404040; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“My name is Rosamund Browne
and I have cerebral palsy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was born in
1946, a 24 week baby weighing 2lbs and not expected to live. I didn’t walk
until I was 8 years old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As a baby I was
in hospital for 2 ½ years learning to crawl, sit up and feed myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I then had to go away from home again to
boarding school, aged 6 where I finally learned to walk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My childhood was full of home sickness<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #404040; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #404040; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">For as long as I can
remember, I wanted to be an actress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My
justifiably horrified parents refused to let me even try.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was suggested that I go to teacher
training college.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Getting a place was
virtually impossible.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Having to admit
(until relatively recently) to being a “Spastic Paraplegic,” my<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>application forms were dismissed out of hand,
until my very feisty mother blew her top and a college gave me an interview.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #404040; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #404040; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I taught for 3 years,
during which time I was over worked and bullied by staff and pupils at school
and eventually had a nervous breakdown.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #404040; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #404040; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It was then that a
Carmelite community at Aylesford Priory in Maidstone, Kent came to my rescue.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #404040; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’d heard about
Carmelites, (or White friars) a strict order, who weren’t allowed to speak,
Joke, laugh or drink, and prayed night and day, (I found out later this was
only nuns) and I didn’t want to go there at all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was booked to stay for 2 weeks, and thought
I would be back home the next day.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #404040; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I arrived on a beautiful
April evening in 1974; there was blossom everywhere, a duck pond with a weeping
willow tree, (and ducks) and the first person I met was a beautifully robed
friar, sitting at a desk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In front of
him was an ash tray full of cigarette ends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He greeted me warmly with a broad smile.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br />
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relief and fell in love with the place.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #404040; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I ended up staying there
for 18 months, working my butt off in the pilgrims’ tea room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did a lot of laughing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was mercilessly and very lovingly teased,
especially when I fell over, (which I often did) once into a bucket of freshly
made orange squash, and once into an ice cream deep freeze , trying to reach
for the only ice cream left.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #404040; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’d forgotten what love
and kindness were like.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was doing
basic menial hard work, but I was so happy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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asked me what I<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> really</i> wanted to
do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I said I wanted to go to Drama
School, he suggested I find a post graduate course.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went to The Guildhall School Of Music and
Drama in London, and in time became an Equity member and have worked in
television, radio and on stage.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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Priory as often as I could, and when I met my husband, Allan, the prior, Father
Hugh who I so dearly loved, and who had saved my sanity conducted our wedding.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #404040; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We had 2 girls and they
came to love Aylesford Priory as much as I did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When my husband was ill the Carmelites stepped in again to help.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #404040; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #404040; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now I can no longer walk,
my husband and Father Hugh have been dead some years; without that priory and
its community I would <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">never</i> have
achieved what I have.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Oh, by the way, 3
months ago I became a grandmother for the first time.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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hundreds like me to a greater or lesser degree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Each one has their story to tell.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It would be awful if it were no longer there for others.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #404040; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Aylesford Priory is now in
financial trouble, and, I’ve heard, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">could</i>
have to close.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some of the buildings are
very old old and the grounds are extensive<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The place needs constant care.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
cannot get there easily myself now, but the idea of England without Aylesford
priory makes my heart ache.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It gave me<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> so</i> much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I give what money I can and so do many
others, but it isn’t enough.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t
know exact details but the trouble is pretty deep.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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consider donating whatever you can afford to </span></span></b><a href="mailto:restoration@thefriars.org,uk"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">restoration@thefriars.org,uk</span></span></b></a><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><u><span style="color: #404040; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">. <o:p></o:p></span></span></u></i></b></div>
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FRARS.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></u></i></b></div>
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Father Damian Cassidy O.Carm<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Email:
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Hi, I'm finally back after an awful lot of hassle, (which, let's face it, we can all do without) and several bald spots from tearing my hair our. Blogger will want to know my inside leg measurement on their "GREAT NEW LOOK WEBSITE" soon, I shouldn't wonder. It wouldn't surprise me in the least. They seem to want everything else. <br />
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They're not terribly helpful when you get stuck. The best they seem to be able to come up with is "click on HELP" which gives you volumes of small print on about WHAT A BLOG IS, or WHY YOU NEED TO BLOG, but NOT how to unstick yourself if you get stuck.<br />
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If you happen to come accross a telephone number, don't get too excited. A high pitched "girly" voice will refer you to the website. Perish the thought their should be anyone you can actually <em>talk</em> to. That would be far too simple.<br />
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I going now, because if I go on with this, I will find it can't be posted because I'm wearing the wrong bra, or something. <br />
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Anyway toodleoo for a bit. I'm off to Rome tomorrow.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He painted my portrait, did
Paul, <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> boy</i>, did my pride take a fall!<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ve either changed sex,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Or I need some new specs<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">‘Coz it doesn’t look like me
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He painted my portrait, did
Paul, <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> boy</i>, did my pride take a fall!<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ve either changed sex,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Or I need some new specs<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">‘Coz it doesn’t look like me
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(Sorry, I couldn't save the picture.)Rosamund Brownehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049040826330019277noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184082003476445586.post-58756114217316251102012-02-26T06:40:00.000-08:002012-02-26T06:40:07.247-08:00MAGPIE TALES 106<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0NS-nxA7N31yf25LeN97yVIcQIl_tMbjJqZJcfm-ayxeEgNBVnDqlDDefkfScnaWWsSTffyo9H9h26LpKdnBznWKFUDmvx0k8_0wbgqxS7igkbPFvnZsQppRjqK8-vjmoBEay3ib_ZP4/s1600/magpie+tales+106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0NS-nxA7N31yf25LeN97yVIcQIl_tMbjJqZJcfm-ayxeEgNBVnDqlDDefkfScnaWWsSTffyo9H9h26LpKdnBznWKFUDmvx0k8_0wbgqxS7igkbPFvnZsQppRjqK8-vjmoBEay3ib_ZP4/s320/magpie+tales+106.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Peculiar thought, but<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I so often think it.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Does one eat it like food?<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Does one drink it like squash?<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Am I crouching or kneeling,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I can sing a phone box,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sing a phone box, <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And a cycle too.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Apologies to <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“The Rainbow Song”,</i></b> but this one was difficult<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>Rosamund Brownehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049040826330019277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184082003476445586.post-12468443293888629242012-02-12T12:03:00.000-08:002012-02-12T12:03:30.633-08:00MAGPIE TALES 104<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfQ44tMQfSpEoVGdDGJbpBELdV4a7Fa-o2z3VShI64VM_SIP5MMEdLTWZ6z2ZGE6bMmBT0zoLxH5-hlC9NrnOc0pnmEsokFXCtrskdu1Y3QCWL-llnBavt9p3yRcj7_C6w388uVRIJ3xb/s1600/magpie+tales+104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfQ44tMQfSpEoVGdDGJbpBELdV4a7Fa-o2z3VShI64VM_SIP5MMEdLTWZ6z2ZGE6bMmBT0zoLxH5-hlC9NrnOc0pnmEsokFXCtrskdu1Y3QCWL-llnBavt9p3yRcj7_C6w388uVRIJ3xb/s320/magpie+tales+104.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <u>STUNT FOR CHARITY</u></span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">With a painted expression<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Of absolute bliss,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She lay back on the<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Bloke-covered floor,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But later she wished Seb<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Would just move his hand,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As her armpit was <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Getting quite sore.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So slinky, posh and bright<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It only cost me fifty P,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I fell for it at sight<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Underneath my Albert’s photo<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hanging up there on the wall.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He didn’t think I knew of ‘er,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> But why not green?<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A kid could do this,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s obscene.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The kid looked up<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">replying coyly,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I did it all….<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“White Company” or “Jo Malone?”<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Black- ribboned, folded, stark, alone.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her nakedness and lank black locks<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Would look much posher in a box.<o:p></o:p></span></span>Rosamund Brownehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049040826330019277noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184082003476445586.post-11799608277064458522012-01-16T03:16:00.000-08:002012-01-16T03:16:28.477-08:00MAGPIE TALES 100<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJuJx9BBEjjJMyXtaBkwQBDLrt-Jr8nIRF-7eSPjrHlypdUiMY4Iv1M2Jlkc8Mi-XDXooG6g80O_2gVrtxDMIwkWUfqO34suYK1zwiYFZ4omSQPCLUdJdgDEAlcXr8Q_YqTFuqYGOFbR1/s1600/magpie+tales+100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJuJx9BBEjjJMyXtaBkwQBDLrt-Jr8nIRF-7eSPjrHlypdUiMY4Iv1M2Jlkc8Mi-XDXooG6g80O_2gVrtxDMIwkWUfqO34suYK1zwiYFZ4omSQPCLUdJdgDEAlcXr8Q_YqTFuqYGOFbR1/s320/magpie+tales+100.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But little “things” keep waking me,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">To give the kiss of life.<o:p></o:p></span></span>Rosamund Brownehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049040826330019277noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184082003476445586.post-34485401696607713952012-01-04T05:05:00.000-08:002012-01-04T05:05:47.082-08:00SUMMER NEW YEAR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-inIHaQHMeI2Pea5-2AY7DjZlxGAk4QoNnmNdanSEhfCO-cmcHI01Af3yRX3xfb5-EVAFKHl_tkHodo-RmUkkb29iTfB6kgV5sOrq1eecOQckEizqu2EyVUN6zhrnnrXfvShcNqh59FT9/s1600/May.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-inIHaQHMeI2Pea5-2AY7DjZlxGAk4QoNnmNdanSEhfCO-cmcHI01Af3yRX3xfb5-EVAFKHl_tkHodo-RmUkkb29iTfB6kgV5sOrq1eecOQckEizqu2EyVUN6zhrnnrXfvShcNqh59FT9/s1600/May.jpg" /></a></div> <br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Why can’t we have New Year in summer?<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Or in spring when the weather is warm?<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We’d feel much brighter and less full of cold,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Not feel a-hundred and fifty years old,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">That our “sell-by” date’s gone and we haven’t been sold,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Why can’t we have New Year in Summer?<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Resolutions might actually last.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">(We’d not feel wretched or brim full of flu,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hung-over or bloated by post festive “do”)<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We might even feel like seeing them through,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Unimpeded by January’s blast.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We might even <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">mean</i> what we say<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When we wish “Happy New Year” to all that we meet,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">While dressed for the sun as we walk down the street,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Topped off with a smile for all that we greet;<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">There probably isn’t all that much to see,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">-More river, more bend and another damned tree-<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Such fun round the bend, on our own, it would be;<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">That bend in the river, there.<o:p></o:p></span></span>Rosamund Brownehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049040826330019277noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184082003476445586.post-16321885296659473022011-12-09T11:00:00.000-08:002011-12-09T11:00:34.256-08:00STRANGE......<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiluRiycer-2Rfj5R2Ig84VeTqDOTqIodUzW8vm0IuTO8L-QoxtxnV6XaXHfSOLjTMCdT2W9y_w3QsWKDDw0gXhH_mvZFWRLUuSnZ8b7H1GWQaSQwbpKzwqJYqfY00kTKU-0_0ZWq9CnJqP/s1600/Tooker%252C+lunch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiluRiycer-2Rfj5R2Ig84VeTqDOTqIodUzW8vm0IuTO8L-QoxtxnV6XaXHfSOLjTMCdT2W9y_w3QsWKDDw0gXhH_mvZFWRLUuSnZ8b7H1GWQaSQwbpKzwqJYqfY00kTKU-0_0ZWq9CnJqP/s320/Tooker%252C+lunch.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I don’t like this picture at all,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The people are ugly and small;<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A “Masterchef lunch<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">For that weird looking bunch,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Would send Michel Roux up the wall.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div>Rosamund Brownehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049040826330019277noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184082003476445586.post-84146703929366928432011-12-01T02:50:00.000-08:002011-12-01T02:50:21.355-08:00MAGPIE TALES 93<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGOJi3IsKKMvb09elOXe5wMPH4ipnAIOOf_XUtiXTXiYZiz0tiNhm71sOmbYrpxieZmWJS_0Wax493hMyI91HeEjk07u0_kM-WWH3QnybZZoRZTPoWC_BQc5kxeXIw401Hhp_4Mm1PMo7U/s1600/sofa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGOJi3IsKKMvb09elOXe5wMPH4ipnAIOOf_XUtiXTXiYZiz0tiNhm71sOmbYrpxieZmWJS_0Wax493hMyI91HeEjk07u0_kM-WWH3QnybZZoRZTPoWC_BQc5kxeXIw401Hhp_4Mm1PMo7U/s320/sofa.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Have you been eating garlic?”<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Oh Jason, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">please</i> don’t make me laugh,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I can’t do this,” she said.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">“And</span></i><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> you’ve got nits, I’ll swear it,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I just saw one in your hair.”<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">“It’s a wrap!”</span></i><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> yelled the director,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-size: 12pt;">POLONIUS :</span></u></b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ophelia, where are you off to now?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You really are rather a pain!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You’ve gone out with practically nothing on,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Do you want to go dotty again?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">OPHELIA </span></span></u></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></u></b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I must go to the top of the hill again,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Where the top of the hill meets the sky;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I painted those chairs weeks ago,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I wonder if they’re dry.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>(Forgive me Masefield.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sorry, Frances; after seeing yours, I had to have a go)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div>Rosamund Brownehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049040826330019277noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184082003476445586.post-84776619153719138012011-11-07T10:42:00.000-08:002011-11-07T10:42:52.001-08:00Magpie Tales 90<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1TKRPJ782-oheEJVxC0EwL-CmqXvpU97EALbV9N-lh9PefaeOFRV0HwiSQEuFxbPs1erKT4FYlWow1rVA0iNSt3O6HuD9eeDjI9yXAf1ddH9_87qTk3eUE9QaQgD3zUjT39pMsar3_tj/s1600/magpie+tales+90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1TKRPJ782-oheEJVxC0EwL-CmqXvpU97EALbV9N-lh9PefaeOFRV0HwiSQEuFxbPs1erKT4FYlWow1rVA0iNSt3O6HuD9eeDjI9yXAf1ddH9_87qTk3eUE9QaQgD3zUjT39pMsar3_tj/s320/magpie+tales+90.jpg" width="320" /></a> </div><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>DANCING POPPY</u></b><br />
Too young to know how many men were sho <br />
Or what the actual word “war” really meant;<br />
She had no notion of the soldier’s lot,<br />
How many sea and airmen’s lives were spent<br />
In blood and flames and drowning sailors’ cries;<br />
She only saw the poppies passing by, <br />
And wanted one herself to wear, and prize;<br />
She knew nothing of what it was to die;<br />
So, on that morning into church she skipped, <br />
And cracked the solemn silence with her smile,<br />
And for a time, the mask of sorrow slipped,<br />
As she danced with her poppy down the aisle.<br />
She did not know how many people died,<br />
Yet wore her poppy with a smile, and pride.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I had to pass her, Mrs. B;<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She would keep making eyes at me,<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her nineteenth test, she couldn’t drive, <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But she was “eating me alive.”<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Those mini skirts, revealing thighs<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Up to and beyond her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Couldn’t see where she was going,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Blond fringe ever over flowing,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And, ah, me, that seductive smile,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As we zigzagged every mile,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Three point turn in twenty four,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> couldn’t take it any more.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So I lost my head and passed her,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hoping to avoid disaster.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So, on the road she takes her place.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I said, “If I were you, I’d stay<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">On the pond, it’s your unlucky day;”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I knew, with his luck<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He’d become Crispy Duck.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><br />
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<div class="post-footer"> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"><span class="post-author vcard">Posted by <span class="fn">Rosamund Browne</span> </span><span class="post-timestamp">at <a class="timestamp-link" href="http://rosbrowne.blogspot.com/2011/10/magpie-tales.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"><abbr class="published" title="2011-10-17T11:10:00-07:00"><span style="color: #5588aa;">11</span></abbr></a></span></div></div>Rosamund Brownehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049040826330019277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184082003476445586.post-30324542627925162492011-10-17T11:10:00.000-07:002011-10-17T11:10:53.529-07:00Magpie Tales<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOVlbL-P70aTwSVZnGOeFJOIf8Szskj2SYkL_hixdsqFCB9SoLANGMhabMUBkeu6AeglTtryfMG7YztqHB460VuJjqGA-VPW5Z7Zw37zIDWQjry0oaAAUIEwgFAgEmOUtZZBkt70PzTNOq/s1600/duck+shop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOVlbL-P70aTwSVZnGOeFJOIf8Szskj2SYkL_hixdsqFCB9SoLANGMhabMUBkeu6AeglTtryfMG7YztqHB460VuJjqGA-VPW5Z7Zw37zIDWQjry0oaAAUIEwgFAgEmOUtZZBkt70PzTNOq/s320/duck+shop.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-size: 12pt;">STUPID DUCK</span></u></b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I said, “If I were you, I’d stay<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">On the pond, it’s your unlucky day;”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I knew, with his luck<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He’d become Crispy Duck.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Oh, I’m no good at this sort of thing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div>Rosamund Brownehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049040826330019277noreply@blogger.com6