In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?

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HIPY PAPY BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHDY


A Milne-ism, if you follow me. Simply to say a very Happy Birthday with love from me to Mama. I thank God that you were born, and that I was born to you! Many happy returns of the day, to the one who taught us all to love and quote Winnie-the-Pooh.

"Now Roo, remember what I told you yesterday about making faces? . . . . "
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3 comments:

Melissa said...

'If you go on making faces like piglet, you'll grow up to look like piglet, and THEN think how sorry you will be!' :) Too bad I can't write with a delicious British accent...Thank you, sweet girl. You've made my birthday a very happy one.

September 28, 2010 at 5:05 PM
Fred & Leon said...

Happy Birthday, to the greatest Auntie in the world<3 I love you sooo much!!!!

~Alysha

September 29, 2010 at 12:17 AM
Kat said...

Lovely. Hipy Papy Bthuthdy to my dear Motherdy! So lovely it was to spend the day around her and you, dear sis. <3

September 29, 2010 at 10:28 AM

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