Next is the Homing Chip Scissor so I can find the 20 pair that have walked out of my kitchen. And, somewhere, at the local community college is a stapler that has marked upon it - "Mom's Stapler, take this and DIE!" (Didn't work...)
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me; so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.
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Next is the Homing Chip Scissor so I can find the 20 pair that have walked out of my kitchen.
And, somewhere, at the local community college is a stapler that has marked upon it - "Mom's Stapler, take this and DIE!"
(Didn't work...)
Froggy, Your stapler is probably with Miss A's staplers that have walked away from her- and probably in company with more than a few of my socks..
I love scissors. Cutting paper and doing paper art is fascinating.
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