This is not a rehearsal
This is not a rehearsal
The grazing cow, the harvest mouse
Fear not, the blood red slaughterhouse.
When first a dog looks on your face
She looks for love, not creed or race.
The giant crab or basking skate
They worry not about their fate.
Foresight, it's the curse of man
To know that there's no master plan.
This fear of life, to us unique
Curtails our dreams and makes us weak.
Ephemeral as our beans on toast
Shed those shackles, lay that ghost.
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‘Ephemeral as our beans on toast’ – line of the week goes to Hobbo 🏆 it’s true though, sometimes we’re too afraid to live!
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😂😂Thanks for my trophy! I’ll share it with Dauphy of course!
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Bien sûr!
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Les haricots sur le pain grillé doesn’t quite have the same ring does it?
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terrific piece: thought provoking, inspirational 🙂
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Your positive comments are always appreciated!😂
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I think you took things up a notch in this one, Hobbo , and it works !!
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Thanks John. I do try and improve a bit as I go on!🙂
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Especially good one, I think.
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Thank you very much!🙂
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