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P. M.

Peter Dillane <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

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>I had a friend who asked his high school class to use the word “decrepit” in a sentence and the best offering was “First he crepit then he decrepit”
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>Cheers Pete
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>From: T. S. Eliot Discussion forum. [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of David Boyd
>Sent: Thursday, 3 January 2013 5:43 AM
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>Subject: Re: A Kemptsake Thought
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>Funny how one can be well or badly kempt , but not well or badly gruntled........
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>On 2 January 2013 15:35, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> To love, or not to love: that is the question: 
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>"The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks 
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>  That flesh is heir to". 
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>"I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter". 
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> So how shall I presume? 
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> CR
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>P <[log in to unmask]> wrote:  
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>Rub-a-dub-dub
>True love in a tub.
>P. M.
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>Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote: 
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>Being true to love, therein lies the rub! 
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>CR
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>P <[log in to unmask]> wrote: 
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>I dreamt that my hair was kempt. Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.
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>    -Ogden Nash, poet 
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