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« on: April 05, 2012, 02:10:28 am »
add me instragram id:  Radaimond

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Re: instagram android
« Reply #1 on: April 27, 2012, 03:43:06 pm »
mares eat oats and does eat oats but little lambs eat ivy
...i found there was no "i" anywhere.....

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« Reply #2 on: August 22, 2015, 12:34:39 pm »
I added you Daimond  :namaste:
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Re: instagram android
« Reply #3 on: August 22, 2015, 02:43:39 pm »
mares eat oats and does eat oats but little lambs eat ivy

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Kids will eat ivy,too.
Wouldn't you?

You realize that we are both "very mature" if we know the words to this song.
One might even say excessively "ripe"!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4QImbUVHmk
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But one in whom there is truth, restraint, rectitude, gentleness,self-control, he's called an elder, his impurities disgorged, enlightened.
-Dhammpada, 19, translated by Thanissaro Bhikkhu.

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Re: instagram android
« Reply #4 on: August 22, 2015, 04:08:04 pm »
Actually, you don't need to be all that old to know the words to "Mairzy Doats" -- for  example, it's not unusual to come across the song in various sing-along collections and recordings for children.

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Re: instagram android
« Reply #5 on: August 22, 2015, 06:33:55 pm »
May be true, DK, but the song was written in 1944, the year that I was born, and I only know it, because my mother used to sing it to me as a child to cheer me up when I was pouting about this, that, or the other thing. :hug:  The last time I remember her singing it to me was when I finally stood up to a bully who used to follow me home from elementary school and would beat me up usually right on the sidewalk in from of my parents' apartment. 

On this one particular occasion I ran to the front door of our apartment, when I saw him coming after me.  I was, crying, yelling and screaming for my mother to please open the door.  In a panic I rang and rang our door bell, but my mom didn't let me into the door and the bully was right on my heals.

Desperate, I ran off our front porch into the center of our yard and screamed at the top of my voice begging her to please, please help me!,  "please let me in!"

Finally hearing my screams of fear and terror my mother opened the second floor window where she was vacuuming her bedroom floor and yelled down to me, that I was going to have to learn to fight my own battles and would have to stand up to him (the bully).  So, following her advice, I turned around and swung my Roy Rogers lunch-box with Trigger Thermos like a hammer and smacked the kid right between the eyes! The lid of the lunch-box flew open with the blow, and the contents, thermos and all, spread all over the front yard.

This time it was the bully's turn to scream in terror of being hurt as I chased him off our property with lunch box held threateningly over my head, lid still open.  And the bully ran home crying. 

The bully never followed me home, nor threatened me ever again. 

My mother was right, when we are six years old there comes a time when we must learn to stand up to our bullies.

 That night, seeing that I was still upset afraid about getting into a fight, my mother hugged me, and bounced me on her lap singing "Mares eat oats!"....and eventually I smiled and even managed a laugh.

One of the attachments I have never beaten is my love for my mother.  I have missed her every day of my life since her death in October of 1980.  She died in her sleep from a pulmonary embolus, apparently swiftly and with little pain.
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A head of gray hairs doesn't mean one's an elder. Advanced in years, one's called an old fool.
But one in whom there is truth, restraint, rectitude, gentleness,self-control, he's called an elder, his impurities disgorged, enlightened.
-Dhammpada, 19, translated by Thanissaro Bhikkhu.

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Re: instagram android
« Reply #6 on: August 23, 2015, 07:12:16 am »
May be true, DK, but the song was written in 1944, the year that I was born, and I only know it, because my mother used to sing it to me as a child to cheer me up when I was pouting about this, that, or the other thing.

The song was actually written the year before, in 1943, and based on a nursery rhyme:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mairzy_Doats

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Re: instagram android
« Reply #7 on: August 23, 2015, 10:43:26 am »
Thanks for the correction.  I was referencing this version recorded in 1944:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EU2CKQQr90E
What Makes an Elder? :
A head of gray hairs doesn't mean one's an elder. Advanced in years, one's called an old fool.
But one in whom there is truth, restraint, rectitude, gentleness,self-control, he's called an elder, his impurities disgorged, enlightened.
-Dhammpada, 19, translated by Thanissaro Bhikkhu.

 


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