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saben
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Look at this tree. I cannot make it blossom when it suits me nor make it bear fruit before its time [...] No matter what you do, that seed will grow to be a peach tree. You may wish for an apple or an orange, but you will get a peach.
Master Oogway
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marc
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Needs to get a life! |
Registered: March 2003
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should be dragged through that grate...
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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timmy
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Has no life at all |
Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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I have a feeling the ducklings are ok, but I do see your point. I somehow doubt they fell through
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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marc
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Needs to get a life! |
Registered: March 2003
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there is a town nearby, Castellia Ohio, where there is a great spring that never freezes, even in the coldest winters. Around the banks of the spring which is right in the center of town there have to be 30,000 ducks. All going which ever way and whereever they want all at the same time.
I always stop for ducks trying to cross the busy street.
Ducks are........well........
Ducky.....
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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I saw that pic too on a website the other day, it was labelled as a photochop (ie: a faked image). As there are some mighty skilled photoshop users out there I didn't doubt it at the time, now I guess it might be genuine after all, or it might be what papers in Sweden call a "newspaper duck"; IE a story that is first thought to be true but then turns out to not be. 
Anyway, if there were any actual ducks that fell through that grating, I'm glad they got rescued!
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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Seattle is a place much like your spring that never freezes...we host a boatload of ducks all winter long on the lakes and ponds in town, but they tend to keep a relatively low profile, due to the presence of an overwhelming number of Canadian Geese. These geese live here all year round, having apparently decided that migration is an enormous hassle and a waste of time, and create severe goose poop problems on all the lawns and gardens surrounding the lakes and ponds here. They are belligerent, arrogant and generally fowl. There is nothing like driving along in your car down a country road only to find yourself suddenly surrounded by hundreds of geese who have no interest in hurrying, and who are not alarmed by your car horn. I keep suggesting that these geese present a very easy way to solve the problem of feeding the homeless in seattle, but for some reason, no-one is listening.
"I promise not to try not to fuck with your mind/ I promise not to mind if you go your way and i go mine/promise not to lie if i'm looking you right in your eye/promise not to try not to let you down."
--Eve6
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"Generally fowl", that totally cracked me up. Hehehe!
You have a great sense of humor which shines through, and there's also an well thought-out underlying foundation as well (in my opinion anyway, in case it counts for anything). Thanks for coming here and sharing with us! 
Hugs.
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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marc
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Needs to get a life! |
Registered: March 2003
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Here the ducks have the right of way.... there are "duck crossings" everywhere....
Here in Sandusky we are right on lake Erie and there is a massive goose problem as well.... it seems you cant walk in a park any more without having to scrape goose poo from your shoes....
I had a roast goose once... A very old uncle with a farm made it one christmas,,, I think I was about 8 years old at the time...
it was yummy...
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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