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Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
"Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie."

Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottelston Pie,
A fish can't whistle and neither can I.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
"Cottleson, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie."

Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
Why does a chicken, I don't know why.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
"Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottlesten Pie."

-Winnie the Pooh



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Thursday, June 16, 2005


I've gotten conned into using xanga....

http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=Miki_is_hungry

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Wednesday, June 1, 2005


  Quote of the day: "It's not like I wake up in the morning and say 'oh, I'm white!'"
- Mrs. Bancells

So I'm a bit sleepy right now and procrastinating on my homework. I can't help it. Summer is so close and I just feel like a total slacker.

More quizzes!


Your Extroversion Profile:

Cheerfulness: Very High
Friendliness: High
Excitement Seeking: Low
Sociability: Low
Activity Level: Very Low
Assertiveness: Very Low







You May Be a Bit Histrionic ...









Dramatic and over the top, you crave attention.

And you'll do anything it takes to get noticed.

You love to be seductive, even when it's inappropriate.

If you're ignored, you're easily hurt ... and act out even more!








You Have Fantastic Karma







You are a kind, sensitive, and giving person.

And all your good deeds will pay off - if they haven't already.

But you're not so concerned with what you get in return anyway.

You have an innate caring nature - and nothing can change that!




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Tuesday, May 31, 2005


  Do you love me?
By Robert Wrigley

She's twelve and she's asking the dog,
who does, but who speaks
in tongues, whose feints and gyrations
are themselves parts of speech.

They're on the back porch
and I don't really mean to be taking this in
but once I've heard I can't stop listening. Again
and again she asks, and the good dog

sits and wiggles, leaps and licks.
Imagine never asking. Imagine why:
so sure you wouldn't dare, or couldn't care
less. I wonder if the dog's guileless brown eyes

can lie, if the perfect canine lack of abstractions
might not be a bit like the picture books
she "read" as a child, before her parents's lips
shaped the daily miracle of speech

and kisses, and the words were not lead
and weighed only air, and did not mean
so meanly. "Do you love me?" she says
and says, until the dog, sensing perhaps

its own awful speechlessness, tries to bolt,
but she holds it by the collar and will not
let go, until,having come closer,
I hear the rest of it. I hear it all.

She's got the dog's furry jowls in her hands,
she's speaking precisely
into its laid back, quivering ears:
"Say it," she hisses, "Say it to me."

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