The "Have you seen the person above you in a thread before" game (8)

[GodsGirlToday61]

Hey there, forest flower, you sweet-smelling lovely daughter of God.

I mean, YES!

And 'Mama'? Uh, the bad vibes are not 'intrusive'; they are coming from inside yo' weird-head, so wrap the aluminum foil around rabbit ears and watch an old black-n-white movie, 'K?




~ Carolyn

 

[Eagle Of Oz]

Hey there, forest flower, you sweet-smelling lovely daughter of God.

I mean, YES!

And 'Mama'? Uh, the bad vibes are not 'intrusive'; they are coming from inside yo' weird-head, so wrap the aluminum foil around rabbit ears and watch an old black-n-white movie, 'K?




~ Carolyn

Ohhh, but then mah AWESOME thoughts wont be protected....ohhhh..hang on.....I could attach the rabbit ears to the foil, then I could be both protected AND watch tv!!


I has seen Caroline!

 

[forest flower]

Yes

 

[country woman]

yes

 

[dbakerman76]

yup

 

[DaisyMae]

I have!

 

[GodsGirlToday61]

Just saw her over at Yum or Yuck, being funny :=D

YES!

 

[country woman]

yea

 

[Historicus]

Yes!

 

[DaisyMae]

Yes! Hi Andrew

 

[GodsGirlToday61]

Yes.

DaisyMae, have some pickled herring today?

~ Carolyn

 

[Eagle Of Oz]

Yup!

 

[DaisyMae]

Yes!

 

[Rebecca Sue]

Hello, yes!!

 

[DaisyMae]

Yes I have, moments ago!

 

[GodsGirlToday61]

Yep, she Repped (sp?) my chocolate chip bars (I made 'em myself)



~ Carolyn

 

[forest flower]

Yes

 

[GodsGirlToday61]

The Flowers of the Forest
I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking,
Lasses a-lilting before the dawn of day;
But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning-
The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.

At bughts, in the morning, nae blythe lads are scorning,
The lasses are lonely, and dowie, and wae;
Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but sighing and sabbing,
Ilk ane lifts her leglin and hies her away.

In har'st, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering,
Bandsters are lyart, and runkled, and gray;
At fair or at preaching, nae wooing nae fleeching-
The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.

At e'en, in the gloaming, nae younkers are roaming
'Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play;
But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie-
The Flowers of the Forest are weded away.

Dool and wae for the order sent our lads to the Border!
The English, for ance, by guile wan the day;
The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost,
The prime of our land, are cauld in the clay.

We'll hear nae mair lilting at our ewe-milking;
Women and bairns are heartless and wae;
Sighing and moaning on ilka green loaning-
The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.

Jean Elliot

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[Historicus]

Yes! She's one of my CF friends!

 

[Rebecca Sue]

Yes. Hello!