what was your first account btw

Keep a poem in your pocket

and a picture in your head

and you'll never feel lonely

at night when you're in bed.

The little poem will sing to you

the little picture bring to you

a dozen dreams to dance to you

at night when you're in bed.

So β€”

Keep a poem in your pocket

and a picture in your head

and you'll never feel lonely

at night when you're in bed.

πŸ¦‰πŸŽ» - Owl Orchestra

πŸ†—οΈπŸŽ» - OK Orchestra

I heard a bird sing

In the dark of December

A magical thing

And sweet to remember.

"We are nearer to spring

Than we were in September,"

I heard a bird sing

In the dark of December.

I see everything

Balze is so bad at hiding

At nine of the night I opened my door

That stands midway between moor and moor,

And all around me, sliver-bright,

I saw that the world had turned to white.

Thick was the snow on field and hedge

And vanished was the river-sedge,

Where winter skillfully had wound

A shining scarf without a sound.

And as I stood and gazed my fill

A stable-boy came down the hill.

With every step I saw him take

Flew at his heel a puff of flake.

His brow was whiter than the hoar,

A beard of freshest snow he wore,

And round about him, snowflake starred,

A red horse-blanket from the yard.

In a red cloak I saw him go,

His back was bent, his step was slow,

And as he laboured through the cold

He seemed a hundred winters old.

I stood and watched the snowy head,

The whiskers white, the cloak of red.

β€œA Merry Christmas!” I heard him cry.

β€œThe same to you, old friend,” said I.

We looked out our bedroom at moonlight:

Now how could we go to sleep

When the world out there was as bright as day

And the snow was lying deep?

So we muffled up and out we went β€”

Nobody heard us go β€”

And we stood in the magic of moonlight

In a garden wrapped in snow.

Everything changed, enchanted:

Our garden seat a throne,

The bushes softly smothered,

The trees as white as bone.

For a while we could only look,

Held in spell, but soon

We were shaping hard, cold snowballs

And throwing them at the moon.

Tomorrow: snowmen and snowfights

And clearing a track for the cars,

Treading it all, into slush, but tonight

We snowballed the moon and stars.

No Grass Today

your follower count is β€œ123” :O

When there's something strange in your neighbourhood

Who you gonna call

THOSE BASTARDS!

A very odd Christmas to conclude a very odd year

so thats not really how it works, its x/x Γ— (the rest of the fraction) = 1 Γ— (the rest of the fraction) = the rest of the fraction, hard to explain online but just substitute different values of x in, it will give you different fractions based on the value of x

I mean if you want to be technical about it,

Let g(x) = x/x Γ— f(x), h(x) = 1 Γ— f(x) = f(x)

g = h iff f is undefined for 0

For all x where g is defined, f(x) = g(x) = h(x)

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