Your look lascivious
did shame the dowager;
You’re but a cottager,
one that’s presumptuous.
Your look lascivious
The worlds fourteen In You Quite Finely Dwell,
Of all the causes You’re the only cause;
Will You what’s true come forward now and tell?
So I may quick unlearn what’s known as false?
On being asked what really matters to become proficient in the game, Sundarrajan states what Mr N Venkatraman had told him once: Mindset, practice, and diet. He also lets me know that he oftentimes advises his students to consume foodstuffs that aid in boosting one’s memory and concentration.
Time determines all the seasons that go.
Were the Sun now ceased, would Moon come this near?
What would transpire were the Sun to vanish, d’you know?
‘Autistic kids are very particular about certain things. They want everything to be organised. Yes, they are aloof and they hardly mingle with others, but their innocence is something that moves my heart and soul. Some of them do end up finding good jobs.’
Remember those weird days when both said tales and all that jazz?
I’d on such nights just laugh and laugh and laugh;
Witty ye both sure are; for both what I wish? Life pizzazz!
Raymond was a boy of seven,
‘What’s meant by’, he asked when, ‘heaven?’
Mother took some time to answer;
Meanwhile danced as was a dancer.
Explaining the storyline, Duvall says, ‘There’s an alien force that’s looking to stop the destruction of the universe, and they’re looking for any intelligent life in the cosmos that might hold an answer. They land in a small Floridian town that resembles the one where I grew up, and they unleash chaos, and no one knows why.’
To each who puts to you the question ultimate,
You shall give what is called a smile well dignified.
‘Avaunt!’ some might woof soon if you did hesitate
To answer question theirs with proof just improvised.
While ‘price’ denotes the cost of something, ‘prize’ denotes ‘an award offered or won in a competition’. Interestingly, when used as a noun, ‘price’ can also mean ‘a reward offered for capturing or killing a criminal or terrorist’.
Abound accounts fed
To damage might his.
They’re tales that now tread
Amid yarns spun well.
What suggests autumn’s beginning you think?
Time when leaves assume hues more than seven.
Green turns orange, black, red, even dark pink.
Having tea with bun is purely fun when.
What you went through is known to all, also what you bear;
But God’s on our side lest you forget, won’t countenance your fall.
What I see in that house is your hardwork, patience, grit sheer.
Just know this, dear aunt, nothing tragical would ever you befall!
When spluttered thou hard did not self take heed?
Remember this self calmed thy nerves quite soon.
In thy book you thought this self had no need;
But love suppressed made self a wholesome goon.
While it is true that Mystical Greenwood is the author’s debut novel, what is interesting is that Mr McDowell started writing when he was all of eleven years of age. ‘But it was just little stories for the fun of it. I fantasized about writing more, but I didn’t truly get serious about it until I was thirteen,’ he explains.
The girl first smiled, went minutes by; she told him then, ‘You be my guy.’
No bounds knew joy, on him light dawned; What he said next was quite profound:
‘My darling you are; let me not cry; but truth be told: I am a spy.’
Your stories of courage might I compile?
For they need to be brought forth to the world,
Your presence on this planet is more than worthwhile.
Your coming would surely cease, and ceasing would conveniently end.
You can’t do your household chores, nor could corruption be condemned!
If ‘c’ ceased, could Christian Bale climb, clouds collect, crowded clubs contend?
Forget China, countries might have to agree on a different name, can’t pretend.