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Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
He loved her and she loved him.
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
I guess you think you know this story.
You don't. The real one's much more gory.
The phoney one, the one you know,
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
OVER hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
a girl who keeps slipping off,
arms limp as old carrots,
into the hypnotist's trance,
On the banks of Ganges
I sat in a serene and sombre mood
Looking at the playful water
as the wind like a great artist
O! nothing earthly save the ray
(Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye,
As in those gardens where the day
Springs from the gems of Circassy-
'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?'
‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’
YOU spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong;
Come not near our fairy queen.
when your hero falls from grace
all fairy tales r uncovered
myths exposed and pain magnified
the greatest pain discovered
The mist has left the greening plain,
The dew-drops shine like fairy rain,
The coquette rose awakes again
Her lovely self adorning.
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
Live fairy-gifts fading away,
FROM groves of spice,
O'er fields of rice,
Athwart the lotus-stream,
I bring for you,
Why does a person fear?
Why does he or she lose cheer?
How does a person achieve?
How does one get mischief?
Once upon a time a frog
Croaked away in Bingle Bog
Every night from dusk to dawn
He croaked awn and awn and awn
Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?
Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake,
Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn,
Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn.
Once upon a time...in a darkened wood,
I came across where a Fairy stood.
I gazed in wonder at this magical site,
half expecting this little Fairy to take flight.
Long ago, and far away, in the deep pine
Forests of Lapland, Santa was wrapping
Presents for all the worlds children. They
Were all on his kitchen table in a line.
I truly love my birthday…it's a day that I hold dear…and I love the fact that my birthday falls on the last day of the year.
It's a time to think about my friends, my children, my grandchildren and my wife…a time to reflect on the latest year in my Fairy Tale life.
Hidden deep in the woodlands,
Close to where a river flows.
There dwells a secret kingdom,
With a fairytale to disclose...
A fairy tale about waiting.
A fairy tale about warm light.
A fairy tale about the hundred faces of solitude.
A fairy tale about morning sunshine, afternoon sunshine, and evening sunshine.
A fairy tale about misery and poverty.
A reflective fairy tale about your life.
A fairy tale about forlorn playgrounds.
A very long fairy tale about jealousy.
A fairy tale castrated for children.
A fairy tale about how love never came.
A newer kind of fairy tale about soft values.
A fairy tale about war, powerlessness, and anger. About someone incapable of understanding the world.
A fairy tale you'd prefer not to hear, because it tells you things that you do actually know about yourself but aren't ready to admit.
A fairy tale about hard times in which very, very many people become braver than they were during easier times due to the way things are. What choice do they have?
A fairy tale about pointless deaths.
A fairy tale about the just rage of an honest and pure nation.
The second fairy tale of thermodynamics.
A passionate fairy tale about how if you don't love me, I'll kill you.
A fairy tale about a lie. Your pants are on fire and crossing your lips together with the smoke are the words: look, I wouldn't really interpret it like that…
A fairy tale about fears.
The fairy tale of black holes.
A fairy tale about how everyone wants everybody to like them and everything is more or less fine and dandy at first, but then, things still get out of hand, unfortunately. You don't want to know how it all ends.
A simple fairy tale about brilliance.
An endless fairy tale about a wanderer's path. "How wonderful!" the listeners gush. "Too bad that tomorrow's a work day, though."
A fairy tale about truth and meaning. It turns out that both really do exist.
An everyday fairy tale about selfish helpfulness. No, sure, some people really are good people. Simply because they're good and that's it. With no ulterior motives.
An undeniably bizarre fairy tale. It's absolutely incomprehensible, but even so, everyone can tell there's something very special about it. And what an effect it has!
A melancholic fairy tale about how if you don't love me, I'll kill myself.
A fairy tale about how midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, and about what came next.
An irresistible tale about temptations. Oh, you could listen to it forever!
A fairy tale about a writer's silence.
A boring and repugnant fairy tale. But, since lots of people like it, fine—as the audience pleases.
A fairy tale with a happy ending about how we're all doing ridiculously well and an idiot just can't seem to understand it. Hope is the last to die.
A fairy tale about endless exhaustion.
A fairy tale about the spring of eternal life. Don't go drinking from it, otherwise you won't get out of here!
A light fairy tale that starts trilling in your head when you feel like this: it's summer, the sun is shining, and you're a child. You're in a good mood. No, not just good, but very, very good. Maybe it's because you know your friend is waiting for you and you're going to meet up in just a few minutes. You're walking down a gravel road. Though, in fact, you're not walking, but more like flying. You don't know why you started skipping the way you did, but it feels incredibly wonderful and light. And the lightness that rests somewhere between your steps tells you: every breath is a treasure.
A fairy tale about puffing a peace pipe around the flickering flame of the last oil well.
A fairy tale about late-night swimming in a glasslike sea. August.
A real fairy tale.
The fairy tale of fairy tales.
A fairy tale about serving.
A fairy tale about disavowal.
A fairy tale about enlightenment.
A fairy tale
She loved when he read her fairy tales…she'd sit upon his knees
and be amazed how so many fairy tales took place among the trees.
Fairy tales…alive with woes and heartaches…
A huge annual musical festival and voted as the World's most Livable Small Town
Are two of Port Fairy's great claims to renown
But only livable for the cashed up millionaire
Poor people in Port Fairy for to say the least rare
Deep under the restless streams of a river
there is a bed of silver turned so soft for a mermaid.
Her mother is a fairy and she is busy in the kitchen,
Her prince is away, somewhere in the Middle East,
insightful heaven is up to
Reality of a fairy bride.
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