Irregular Verbs
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
lesson english II
"It's love, it's love that makes the world go around"
"The eyes of men converse as much as their tongues, with the advantage that the ocular dialect needs no dictionary, but is understood the world over"
Sunday, June 28, 2009
POEM
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
Whose woods these are I think I now. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near between the woods and frozen lake the darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake to ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound´s the sweep of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep but I have promises to keep, and miles to go befor I sleep, and miles to go befor I sleep.
Whose woods these are I think I now. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near between the woods and frozen lake the darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake to ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound´s the sweep of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep but I have promises to keep, and miles to go befor I sleep, and miles to go befor I sleep.
SONG IN ENGLISH
SONG: I KNOW SOMETHING GOOD ABOUT YOU
Wouldn´t this old world be better if the folks we meet would say "I know something good about you" And treat us just that way?
Wouldn´t it be fine and dandy if each handclasp fond and true, carried with it this assurance "I know something good about you".
Wouldn´t life be lots more happy if the good that´s in us all were the only thing about us that folks bothered to recall?
Wouldn´t life be lots more happy if we praised the good we see?
For there´s such a lot of goodness in the worst of you and me.
Wouldn´t it be nice to practice that fine way of thinking, too?
You know something good about me, I know something good about you?
Wouldn´t this old world be better if the folks we meet would say "I know something good about you" And treat us just that way?
Wouldn´t it be fine and dandy if each handclasp fond and true, carried with it this assurance "I know something good about you".
Wouldn´t life be lots more happy if the good that´s in us all were the only thing about us that folks bothered to recall?
Wouldn´t life be lots more happy if we praised the good we see?
For there´s such a lot of goodness in the worst of you and me.
Wouldn´t it be nice to practice that fine way of thinking, too?
You know something good about me, I know something good about you?
Saturday, June 27, 2009
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