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Noel J.R.R. Tolkien Grim was the world and grey last night: The moon and stars were fled, The hall was dark without song or light, The fires were fallen dead. The wind in the trees was like to the sea, And over the mountains' teeth It whistled bitter-cold and free, As a sword leapt from its sheath. The lord of snows upreared his head; His mantle long and pale Upon the bitter blast was spread And hung o'er hill and dale. The world was blind, the boughs were bent, All ways and paths were wild: Then the veil of cloud apart was rent, And here was born a Child. The ancient dome of heaven sheer Was pricked with distant light; A star came shining white and clear Alone above the night. In the dale of dark in that hour of birth One voice on a sudden sang: Then all the bells in Heaven and Earth Together at midnight rang. Mary sang in this world below: They heard her song arise O'er mist and over mountain snow To the walls of Paradise, And the tongue of many bells was stirred in Heaven's towers to ring When the voice of mortal maid was heard, That was mother of Heaven's King. Glad is the world and fair this night With stars about its head, And the hall is filled with laughter and light, And fires are burning red. The bells of Paradise now ring With bells of Christendom, And Gloria, Gloria we will sing That God on earth is come. |
| Before children speak, they sing. Before they write, they paint. As soon as they stand, they dance. Art is the basis of human expression. Unknown |
Reader beware As you pass by As you are now So once was I As I am now So you will be Therefore prepare To follow me. Unknown |
| So before you curse the rose that pricked your finger, just remember— the flower never hid her thorns. It was your haste to have her, before you truly saw her, that left a scar. Liz Fair |
| The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born: now is the time of monsters. Antonio Gramsci |
| I loved you once so Don't pretend you can't remember. I said the words too soon. I know that now. They escaped my mouth when You kissed me like it Was on fire—knocking over teeth And bruising our tongues as they Fled my heart in panic. You loved me then, too. So don't forget it. We drank wine like gasoline We slept on paper sheets We set ourselves aflame and Made love until we turned to Ashes. Bordeaux from Heart Like a Hammer by Michael Xavier |
| Quit complaining about stores playing Christmas music in November, and start writing some Thanksgiving songs. We wouldn't be in this situation if Thanksgiving had bangers. Unknown |
| You aren't lost. You're just in an uncomfortable stage of your life where your old self is gone but your new self isn't fully born yet. You're in the midst of transformation. Unknown |
| I can do nothing for you but work on myself. You can do nothing for me but work on yourself. Unknown |
| Discussions are always better than arguments because an argument is to find out who is right, and a discussion is to find out what is right. Unknown |
| Butterflies rest when it rains because it damages their wings. It's okay to rest during the storms of life. You'll fly again when the storm is over. Unknown |
| Don't ask me how I survived. Ask me what song I played on repeat when I thought my whole world was over. Unknown |
Ooh, I just retweeted that on X! Mine would be something from    Smoke + Mirrors album: either Hopeless Opus or Polaroid. Even Gold went on a heavy loop for a while. |
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Holy... Sugar Maggots!
I so foolishly think myself well-read, yet somehow, I have missed this wonderful effort by Tolkien, but my interests have too long been in genres lacking linguistic rhythm or rhyme. Forever, my goto has been "A Visit from St. Nicholas,” an Original Poem By Clement C. Moore (more commonly known as "The Night Before Christmas.")
Thank you B. T. Lane ~Finished Memoir~
This year, my Grandsons will hear something old as something new to their ears.
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A sugar beet root maggot is the larva of a small fly that infests the roots of sugar beet plants. They are considered one of the most destructive pests of sugar beets in the United States.
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