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The Kiss

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  “Ryabovitch pulled the bed-clothes over his head, curled himself up in bed, and tried to gather together the floating images in his mind and to combine them into one whole. But nothing came of it. He soon fell asleep, and his last thought was that someone had caressed him and made him happy—that something extraordinary, foolish, but joyful and delightful, had come into his life. The thought did not leave him even in his sleep. When he woke up the sensations of oil on his neck and the chill of peppermint about his lips had gone, but joy flooded his heart just as the day before.” The Kiss By Anton Chekhov (1860–1904)
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You Have Your Diversion . . .

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Just Do It Right!

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“Belagcholly Days” by Anon.

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[note: this one is best read out loud holding your nose--it may help] Chilly Dovebber with his boadigg blast Dow cubs add strips the beddow add the lawd, Eved October’s suddy days are past– Add Subber’s gawd! I kdow dot what it is to which I cligg That stirs to sogg add sorrow, yet I trust That still I sigg, but as the liddets sigg– Because I bust. Add dow, farewell to roses add to birds, To larded fields and tigkligg streablets eke; Farewell to all articulated words I faid would speak. Farewell, by cherished strolliggs od the sward, Greed glades add forest shades, farewell to you; With sorrowing heart I, wretched add forlord, Bid you–achew!!! – Unknown, collected in Frederic Lawrence Knowles,  A Treasury of Humorous Poetry , 1902 (ht: Futility Closet)
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