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are free to choose the man who will get the blame :-) Laurence J. Peter.
little theatre rose garden, raleigh, north carolina
Blue-faced Honeyeaters, as you would expect, have brilliant blue patches around their eyes. Juveniles have green/yellow patches which they must grow out of. This young bird, seen at Indigiscapes had a definite orange cast to the patches. Clearly thinks it is my mistake.
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Keith Jarrett Trio - Blame It On My Youth
You play the blame game - right and wrong
You play the blame game - the weak and the strong
It's always blame game - false and true
Blame game -well, I blame you
You can run, you can cry, black and blue
yell at god as if she's gonna listen to you
Got a paid-up booking
At the Last Chance Saloon...
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Gale's Central Club
106 Petaluma Blvd N
Petaluma, Ca.
I'm slowly voiding myself of the sign groups run by total assholes - the three stooges as I like to call them...
Off to Toronto on holiday. In terms of conceptual stuff, I might be a little quiet until mid august. However, I am still hoping to post my 365 stuff from my iPhone if I can get wireless access. See you soon!
Blame it on the Goose
Got you feeling loose
Blame it on 'trón
Got you in the zone
Blame it on the alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol
Blame it on the vodka
Blame it on the Henny
Blame it on the Blue Tap
Got you feeling dizzy
Blame it on the alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol
Spin the Bottle Pose by Image Essentials
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For those who dont know Foster Blaine , he is an American poet at Poemhunter , who was not just critical about my poems but also of my being a poet.His remarks were racist, he felt only those who spoke English lived in America have a right to be called poets..
Well I dont blame him, knowing the overall attitude of American towards the sons of their soil the indegenous American Indians..I am only a Brown Indian ...during Moharam I become a Red Indian..
Some stone sculpted American women hearts would prefer to call me a Dead Indian..
I leave behind my verse to soothe their premature hopes and aspirations..
Cross eyed
tongue tied
toothless
rapturously
ruthless
Duck lipped
Togolese woman hipped
Gargantuan girth
Wordless worth
Walrus fold chin
A human dustbin
Demonically Dwarf legged
Embryonically egghead
Tyrannical
Mechanical
Prosaically boring
Prostituted reader
Outpouring
Sedentarily snoring
Fostered unblamed
unclaimed
Underscoring
Cavernous cavities
Rectal Rhapsodies
Transgendered
Exploring
On Indo Gangetic plains
Offshoring
An empty bag of wind
Made in USA
And so encouragingly
Adoring
Caiapahas like
Poem temple priest
Head made of Gold
Body of silver
And all held up
By mud bathed clay feet
One leg in the grave
This war headed
Poetic beast
An obituary in advance
Before he ends
As deceased
His scarred tarred soul
To the nether regions released
To say the least
Cybernetically we celebrate
Foster Blamed Feast
Last yet not the least
North by North East
635th poem
picture of me and Indian floral wreath of a death he could not cheath..
picture shot by Dr Friedritch of Austria
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#buzznet
#beggarpoet
Blame it on the rain to have these chairs sitting empty! :) Check out the wide shot in the comment too!
Have a fun-filled day, everyone...
Blåmes Parus
Latinskt namn:
Parus caeruleus - vilket betyder, himmelsblå mes.
Typiska kännetecken:
12 cm. Huvudet är ljusblått och ansiktet till största delen vitt omgärdat av svarta band och streck. Vingarna och stjärten är mörkblå och undersidan gul, ibland med en antydan till mörk mittstrimma. Ryggen är mörkt grön. Båda könen mycket lika, men hanen har dock genomgående mörkare och klarare blå färg. Ungfåglarna har under sommaren gula kinder och ej så klara färger.
Finnes:
I löv- och blandskog, trädgårdar och parker. Förekommer allmänt i de södra och mellersta delarna av landet och i viss mån även i de norra delarna av landet.
...gain and loss, pleasure and sorrow come and go like the wind.
To be happy, rest like a giant tree in the midst of them all.
Buddha
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horse chestnut - Aesculus hippocastanum
New York is one of those rare cities where a rainy day will give the city a whole new look and personality rather than just being an annoyance. The next time you're in New York, and it starts raining, don't run inside with everyone else. Stay outside, embrace it and take some time to explore the area around you. You will see a whole new, and wonderful, side to New York.
"What's Old is Blue Again". JetBlue having a retro livery is wrong on so many levels. 1-800 number and wifi logo to boot. Can't blame them for their enthusiasm!
This is from an email I was sent yesterday Inner Peace: This is so true... If you can start the day without caffeine, If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains, If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles, If you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it, If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time, If you can take criticism and blame without resentment , If you can conquer tension without medical help, If you can relax without liquor, If you can sleep without the aid of drugs, ......Then You Are Probably .. The Family Dog!
Azeglio ( TO ). Piedmont - North Italy.
06 February 2018.
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111 Mile Creek, Spring Lake Road in the Cariboo region of BC.
Our "goto place" for this species. While it's reassuring to know that they return here every year, I'm not pleased with my shots this time. It's difficult bush to work (true for most AMRE locales, I believe), and I think we were overconfident that he would be more cooperative the next day; he wasn't. But I don't blame the bird. It just wasn't our time.... I understand, now, that I can find them much closer to home....