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tishsparrow

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  1. i cant really get into the classic or modern art. i like the modern fantasy art. i can sit and stare at a book on faery or pirates or vampires or dragons for hours, but put me in a museum and i will zip through there like nothing.

  2. i love poetry. the less sense it makes, the better it is! :o

    John Lennon? Probably heard it at one time or another. The book might even be in my barn. My dad's a big fan of his. and i mean BIG.

    I can recite the Jabberwocky (thats the one that introduced me to Lewis Carroll) and the Mouse's Tail, and the Lobster Quadrille. heres my favorite one, though:

    THE MAD GARDENER’S SONG

    He thought he saw an Elephant,

    That practised on a fife:

    He looked again, and found it was

    A letter from his wife.

    'At length I realise,' he said

    The bitterness of Life!'

    He thought he saw a Buffalo

    Upon the chimney-piece:

    He looked again, and found it was

    His Sister's Husband's Niece.

    'Unless you leave this house,' he said,

    "I'll send for the Police!'

    He thought he saw a Rattlesnake

    That questioned him in Greek:

    He looked again, and found it was

    The Middle of Next Week.

    'The one thing I regret,' he said,

    'Is that it cannot speak!'

    He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk

    Descending from the bus:

    He looked again, and found it was

    A Hippopotamus.

    'If this should stay to dine,' he said, '

    There won't be much for us!'

    He thought he saw a Kangaroo

    That worked a coffee-mill:

    He looked again, and found it was

    A Vegetable-Pill.

    'Were I to swallow this,' he said,

    'I should be very ill!'

    He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four

    That stood beside his bed:

    He looked again, and found it was

    A Bear without a Head.

    'Poor thing,' he said, 'poor silly thing!

    It's waiting to be fed!'

    He thought he saw an Albatross

    That fluttered round the lamp:

    He looked again, and found it was

    A Penny-Postage Stamp.

    'You'd best be getting home,' he said:

    'The nights are very damp!'

    He thought he saw a Garden-Door

    That opened with a key:

    He looked again, and found it was

    A Double Rule of Three:

    'And all its mystery,'

    he said, 'Is clear as day to me!'

    He thought he saw a Argument

    That proved he was the Pope:

    He looked again, and found it was

    A Bar of Mottled Soap.

    'A fact so dread,' he faintly said,

    'Extinguishes all hope!'

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