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And ther's a hand, my trusty friend,
And gie's a hand o' thine;
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
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Who doesn’t like that song… even though I never knew what “auld lang syne” meant exactly. Is it Robert Burns? I always associated it with the party hats and frilly noisemakers that would appear around the house on New Year’s day, remnants of magical adult goings-on, and from which we kids were cruelly but provocatively excluded.
Burns it is.
Now we're in on the magic. As if we weren't all along.
I love that song. Now when I read or hear those words I also hear Harry Bailey saying, "A toast to my big brother George - the richest man in town."
May 2006 be a year we all live richly in the tapestry of each other.
Hi, Anne!
Aaaaaa-men!
And a Hallelujah, brother! :)
Ricky: Now we're in on the magic. As if we weren't all along.
Ha. You're right! Only the beverages and bedtimes have changed.
Anne: ...richly in the tapestry of each other.
Ooo. That's nice. The universe is made up of the threads of our stories.
It's so nice to be in the company of poets...
Hey, Ricky, beautiful place you have here. Hi, Joe and Anne. :-)
Just stopping by to warm my cold fingers in the nice warm fire you all are building.
Cher
Yo, tree...? I understand about due season and all, but will you be shedding any twigs on this fire pretty soon?
Hi, Cher! I may be snatching your mittens if the Rickster tarries.
I needs a longer set of jumper cables...
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