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Rope Arch, favorite Chink weapon in the past
Probably doctors are recording the correct deaths instead of saying everything covid related you stupid BRAINLET. "Shark attack." -Covid related. "Heart attack." -Covid related.
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Forwarded from Potassium Nitrate Pilled (∴⠠⠠⠝⠊⠛⠛⠑⠗∴)
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Ai Vist Lo Lop
Occitan-French Folk Song
13th Century
I saw the wolf, the fox, the hare,
I saw the wolf, the fox dance,
All three went around the tree
I saw the wolf, the fox, the hare,
All three circled the tree,
They walked around the leafy bush.
Here we work all year round
To earn a few pennies,
And in the matter of a month,
I saw the wolf, the fox, the hare,
We got nothing left at all,
I saw the hare, the fox, the wolf.
The song is an allegory for the political authorities that taxed the peasantry, each animal representing the different upper castes- including the king, his nobles, and the church.
Occitan-French Folk Song
13th Century
I saw the wolf, the fox, the hare,
I saw the wolf, the fox dance,
All three went around the tree
I saw the wolf, the fox, the hare,
All three circled the tree,
They walked around the leafy bush.
Here we work all year round
To earn a few pennies,
And in the matter of a month,
I saw the wolf, the fox, the hare,
We got nothing left at all,
I saw the hare, the fox, the wolf.
The song is an allegory for the political authorities that taxed the peasantry, each animal representing the different upper castes- including the king, his nobles, and the church.
Forwarded from ELYSIVM
PUTTING IN THE SEED
By Robert Frost
"You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper’s on the table, and we’ll see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from the apple tree.
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;)
And go along with you ere you lose sight
Of what you came for and become like me,
Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs."