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It is a miserable state of mind to have few things to desire, and many things to fear.


To my mind, crayfish/lobsters rank amongst the most overrated of foods. It's not rubbish by any means, but it doesn't really rock my boat. That said, people must like it if they're prepared to pay through the nose. You don't have to look too far to find a cray boat here in Hobart at any time of the year.
Who does she think she is...., by Shel Silverstein

I asked the Zebra:

Are you black with white stripes?
Or white with black stripes?

And the zebra asked me:

Are you good with bad habits?
Or are you bad with good habits?
Are you noisy with quiet times?
Or are you quiet with noisy times?
Are you happy with some sad days?
Or are you sad with some happy days?
Are you neat with some sloppy ways?
Or are you sloppy with some neat ways?

And on and on and on and on
And on and on he went.

I’ll never ask a zebra

About stripes

Again

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SH -ic said…
:-))
(.+.) 2010
9 January 2010 at 09:48
Roddy said…
The greatest fear is to have nothing to desire.
If in a perfect world.......what!
9 January 2010 at 11:45
Sue said…
I love the poem. It goes with my feeling that everything is really just the way you choose to look at it!!?? And your feelings are really thoughts and you can choose to change your thoughts...therefore you can change your feelings!!??
9 January 2010 at 14:31
Louis la Vache said…
«Louis» agrees that those shellfish are overrated!
(but he hastens to add "better them than boeuf!)
9 January 2010 at 18:10
Ténèbres à la lumière... said…
Hi! Kris,
All I can is...Wow!
I have never seen soooo many cray fish boats!

Very thought provoking
"poem" by Shel Silverstein.
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
9 January 2010 at 20:19
Babzy.B said…
i like very much the dialogue with the zebra !!(and the photo too )
9 January 2010 at 20:37
Kris McCracken said…
One Planet, and to you too!
15 January 2010 at 08:32
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, it is one of my favourites. I like his kids books too.
15 January 2010 at 08:33
Kris McCracken said…
Louis, what about veal?
15 January 2010 at 08:33
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, that's just a few of them. There are plenty more around the docks.
15 January 2010 at 08:36
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, I enjoyed it too.
15 January 2010 at 08:36
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