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Sunday 14 October 2018
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The Meaning Of Liff
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TIBSHELF (n.)
Criss-cross wooden construction hung on a wall in a teenage girl's bedroom which is covered with glass bambies and poodles, matching pigs and porcelain ponies in various postures.

I Never Knew That
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The town with the most stop signs per capita than any other in the US: LaConner, Washington




Poem Of The Day
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Pizza
(Kate)

There was a knock upon my door 
as I laid me down to rest. 
I tried but I could not ignore 
the knock so I got dressed. 
I made my way towards the sound, 
its urgency grew greater, 
and when I opened it I found 
a short Italian waiter. 

"I have here pizza, nice and hot, 
and garlic bread supreme! 
A calzone filled with cheese 
beyond your wildest dream! 
A fresh lasagne in a box; 
it's tastier than sin! 
And I'm going to eat it all myself 
if you don't let me in." 

I stood there for a minute 
while my sleepy head awakened. 
Then I told the little waiter 
he must surely have mistakened 
me for someone else; 
perhaps a vicar or a Rasta, 
someone who was peckish 
and had phoned up for some pasta. 

Well the waiter grew irater. 
He was starting to turn pink. 
He said, "I am not a take-away! 
My God, what must you think? 
I don't deliver pizzas 
to just anyone you know. 
Now let me in and let me get 
this nosh-up on the go." 

Bewildered and yet hungry 
I opened up the door. 
A little man he really was; 
he was only 5 foot 4. 
The piles of pizza boxes 
were bigger than the man. 
He said there were some more 
when we had finished (in the van). 

We stayed up for an hour 
and stuffed ourselves with food, 
and then he said "I go now. 
To stay so long is rude!" 
And up and off he toddled 
and took his boxes too, 
and first thing in the morning 
I did a great big poo. 


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