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It seems crazy To change something Thats working The horse and buggy Was working It seemed crazy To stop using that But then they developed the car and.. Well that destroyed the planet.. So that's a bad example
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Oct 6, 2021
Oct 6, 2021 at 6:04 PM UTC
A Bad Example
M bde hi chehre hasde vekhe, par vekhe na kde tere haase warge... J tere bulla di m gal kra, tere bul ne mithe ptaase warge ਮੈੰ ਬੜੇ ਹੀ ਚੇਹਰੇ ਹਸਦੇ ਵੇਖੇ, ਪਰ ਵੇਖੇ ਨਾ ਕਦੇ ਤੇਰੇ ਹਾਸੇ ਵਰਗੇ.... ਜੇ ਤੇਰੇ ਬੁਲਾੰ ਦੀ ਮੈੰ ਗਲ ਕਰਾੰ, ਤੇਰੇ ਬੁਲ ਨੇ ਮਿਠੇ ਪਤਾਸੇ ਵਰਗੇ Itssadyboy.blogspot.com
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Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
Tere Bulaan di mithas
*Having summoned an Uber I walked Into the Remise to await for its arrival. Unusual, the owners of this 1750’s building Had refused to knock down the Remise And as it was snowing and cold it sure was A comforting place to wait out of the weather. I imagined how it must of looked in its heyday Full of fine coaches and horse tack. For a moment I could smell a horse all bridled And strapped with new leather – something which Stirred up an agreeable sensation within me; I could feel the churlish beast chomping at the bit. Twiddling my thumbs as I waited I wondered if There were anyone left to construct such an ancient Horse drawn carriage or was there even anyone left Who could ever think of using it. But as oft I do I let my mind wander to Those good old days, though not one of which I knew. Closing my eyes, I swear that I could smell the oak fire Of a blacksmith’s furnace and I could hear the Gent solidly hammering out a new set of gaited horseshoes. In my minds eye I could see the Remise all Full of carriages, each hooked to a fine stead - What a grand sight it must of truly been. It was then that I felt a hand in mine and when I Turned toward the hand – to my wandering eye - I had a hold on the most intriguing creature that God Had ever given a man to hold, I dared not open my eyes. She looked into my soul and asked me, “Sir, which carriage?” At about 8 paces in front of us was what I suppose Was the best equipped of the lot and as its driver Stepped down and made his way toward me/us I noticed the lady was as taken with it as myself. So Monsieur De La Dessein – the driver – or at Least that was how he introduced himself, Then he asked me if we cared to take the Grand Tour. He led us up to the door of the chaise and as he opened The door I said, “This one will not do, It is hardly big enough for one.” The lady, without hesitation, pushed me toward the Door whispering, “Get in.” Upon her insistence I climbed aboard taking up All but about 4 inches of the seat cushion When the lady put her head and foot in the Carriage saying, “Move over.” With no place to move I tilted up on one cheek With my legs – one atop of the other. Now my lady was climbing in full bodied and all To find that she too must sit on one cheek facing me With our knees knocking against each other. The driver shut the door as the lady said, “Abarth.” The horse sprang to life as the “La Grand Tour” began. Face to face, body to body this buggy ride was … How should I say it …. Wonderful…. And then I did the stupidest thing that I’d ever done. I opened my eyes to find the Remise empty - No carriages, no horses, no blacksmith and no ravishing beauty. Just an empty place to get in out of the weather. My heart sank lower than it had ever been before. What mind is this that can wander so ****** far from reality? A little tiny car whipped into the Remise and right in front of me It turned a half moon pulling up to me. I noticed the labeling on the front of the car – Fiat. The back windows were all blacked out. The driver got out coming toward me on the passenger side. As he opened the back door I asked him what kind of car this was. He said it was a Fiat Abarth and he hoped that I didn’t mind sharing the ride. As I bent over peering inside the driver said his name “Monsieur De La Desein” and sitting on One cheek in the back of this mutant automobile Was – that intriguing creature that I had just dreamed about. Carefully – more expertly this time – I crawled into The back – on one cheek – face to face As the Uber driver asked me, “Where to.” In perfect unison – we in the back replied “La Grand Tour please.” God, please don't make me open my eyes...*
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC
La Grand Tour
*Having summoned an Uber I walked Into the Remise to await for its arrival. Unusual, the owners of this 1750’s building Had refused to knock down the Remise And as it was snowing and cold it sure was A comforting place to wait out of the weather. I imagined how it must of looked in its heyday Full of fine coaches and horse tack. For a moment I could smell a horse all bridled And strapped with new leather – something which Stirred up an agreeable sensation within me; I could feel the churlish beast chomping at the bit. Twiddling my thumbs as I waited I wondered if There were anyone left to construct such an ancient Horse drawn carriage or was there even anyone left Who could ever think of using it. But as oft I do I let my mind wander to Those good old days, though not one of which I knew. Closing my eyes, I swear that I could smell the oak fire Of a blacksmith’s furnace and I could hear the Gent solidly hammering out a new set of gaited horseshoes. In my minds eye I could see the Remise all Full of carriages, each hooked to a fine stead - What a grand sight it must of truly been. It was then that I felt a hand in mine and when I Turned toward the hand – to my wandering eye - I had a hold on the most intriguing creature that God Had ever given a man to hold, I dared not open my eyes. She looked into my soul and asked me, “Sir, which carriage?” At about 8 paces in front of us was what I suppose Was the best equipped of the lot and as its driver Stepped down and made his way toward me/us I noticed the lady was as taken with it as myself. So Monsieur De La Dessein – the driver – or at Least that was how he introduced himself, Then he asked me if we cared to take the Grand Tour. He led us up to the door of the chaise and as he opened The door I said, “This one will not do, It is hardly big enough for one.” The lady, without hesitation, pushed me toward the Door whispering, “Get in.” Upon her insistence I climbed aboard taking up All but about 4 inches of the seat cushion When the lady put her head and foot in the Carriage saying, “Move over.” With no place to move I tilted up on one cheek With my legs – one atop of the other. Now my lady was climbing in full bodied and all To find that she too must sit on one cheek facing me With our knees knocking against each other. The driver shut the door as the lady said, “Abarth.” The horse sprang to life as the “La Grand Tour” began. Face to face, body to body this buggy ride was … How should I say it …. Wonderful…. And then I did the stupidest thing that I’d ever done. I opened my eyes to find the Remise empty - No carriages, no horses, no blacksmith and no ravishing beauty. Just an empty place to get in out of the weather. My heart sank lower than it had ever been before. What mind is this that can wander so ****** far from reality? A little tiny car whipped into the Remise and right in front of me It turned a half moon pulling up to me. I noticed the labeling on the front of the car – Fiat. The back windows were all blacked out. The driver got out coming toward me on the passenger side. As he opened the back door I asked him what kind of car this was. He said it was a Fiat Abarth and he hoped that I didn’t mind sharing the ride. As I bent over peering inside the driver said his name “Monsieur De La Desein” and sitting on One cheek in the back of this mutant automobile Was – that intriguing creature that I had just dreamed about. Carefully – more expertly this time – I crawled into The back – on one cheek – face to face As the Uber driver asked me, “Where to.” In perfect unison – we in the back replied “La Grand Tour please.” God, please don't make me open my eyes...*
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Deep in the woods where the wild things roam Back in the dark there are things That happen at night when you'r all safe at home When young men compete to be kings. It happens each year when the falls fairs are on These gatherings out in the dark Thanksgiving arrives and the boys all move on From these things that they do for a lark The gauntlet's thrown down by the challenging swarm To the winner of last years crusade His blood doesn't boil, but it sure does get warm Now that this years challenge is made It normally starts at the Aylmer Fall Fair "Josiah, you're not is our class!" He doesn't fight back he just breathes deep and stares For to him,  it's a sin for to sass They show up at night, all dressed up in black No surprise if you knew how they live But tonight is the time, for them all to step up For a Lesson's about to be give The street was all dark, save a lantern or two as the riders came out from the trees These were not the old wagons you saw in the dark These were ones that would make your heart freeze Josiah stepped forth from the bustling crowd Mr. Martin he said...I am here Now is the time to show just how proud of the horses you have over there. I've heard of this race in the darkest of nights Where the young men come out and are facing Their fears and their hopes with only two lights It's the start of Amish Drag Racing It was something to see these men dressed all the same Two big clydesdales each made up their team But to both of these men, this was not just a game This was the way that they all burned off steam They didn't dare fight for that was a sin And team sports didn't get the job done None of them drank so there was no need for gin And a barnraising just wasn't fun Mr. Martin climbed up and he steadied his ride Young Josiah just stood there and stared Mr. Martin looked out, he was beaming with pride Poor Josiah just stood looking scared The starter came forth and he said to the men With this hanky I will start the race I will let it fly loose once I count to ten And I let it fly free into space. He counted it down and let go of the rag And nobody moved from the post Mr. Martins horse stood as did Josiahs old nag And they both looked like they'd just  seen a ghost The hanky was black just like ones they all had And nobody saw him let go The race buildup was great but the start was quite bad In fact some men started to go So, they tried it again with a different technique Cause they found nothing there that was white You can say it was strange but I say unique To watch Amish men race in the night. The horses lurched forth like two huge tyco trains Sweat was poring from off of their backs You could see from their eys it was really a strain As their drivers took up the reigns slack Equally paired, with two horsepower each They tore up the road like a shot But a really fast speed they both never would reach Cause two clydesdales just don't run so hot. Amish drag racing is really a night To see if the other would show For it's really no way to prove who is right And the attendance is really quite low So if you get invited and your hear of a race That takes place where wild things  roam Say you'd love to attend but you think to save face You'd prefer not and would rather stay home. ..
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May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 7:29 PM UTC
Amish Drag Racing
Deep in the woods where the wild things roam Back in the dark there are things That happen at night when you'r all safe at home When young men compete to be kings. It happens each year when the falls fairs are on These gatherings out in the dark Thanksgiving arrives and the boys all move on From these things that they do for a lark The gauntlet's thrown down by the challenging swarm To the winner of last years crusade His blood doesn't boil, but it sure does get warm Now that this years challenge is made It normally starts at the Aylmer Fall Fair "Josiah, you're not is our class!" He doesn't fight back he just breathes deep and stares For to him,  it's a sin for to sass They show up at night, all dressed up in black No surprise if you knew how they live But tonight is the time, for them all to step up For a Lesson's about to be give The street was all dark, save a lantern or two as the riders came out from the trees These were not the old wagons you saw in the dark These were ones that would make your heart freeze Josiah stepped forth from the bustling crowd Mr. Martin he said...I am here Now is the time to show just how proud of the horses you have over there. I've heard of this race in the darkest of nights Where the young men come out and are facing Their fears and their hopes with only two lights It's the start of Amish Drag Racing It was something to see these men dressed all the same Two big clydesdales each made up their team But to both of these men, this was not just a game This was the way that they all burned off steam They didn't dare fight for that was a sin And team sports didn't get the job done None of them drank so there was no need for gin And a barnraising just wasn't fun Mr. Martin climbed up and he steadied his ride Young Josiah just stood there and stared Mr. Martin looked out, he was beaming with pride Poor Josiah just stood looking scared The starter came forth and he said to the men With this hanky I will start the race I will let it fly loose once I count to ten And I let it fly free into space. He counted it down and let go of the rag And nobody moved from the post Mr. Martins horse stood as did Josiahs old nag And they both looked like they'd just  seen a ghost The hanky was black just like ones they all had And nobody saw him let go The race buildup was great but the start was quite bad In fact some men started to go So, they tried it again with a different technique Cause they found nothing there that was white You can say it was strange but I say unique To watch Amish men race in the night. The horses lurched forth like two huge tyco trains Sweat was poring from off of their backs You could see from their eys it was really a strain As their drivers took up the reigns slack Equally paired, with two horsepower each They tore up the road like a shot But a really fast speed they both never would reach Cause two clydesdales just don't run so hot. Amish drag racing is really a night To see if the other would show For it's really no way to prove who is right And the attendance is really quite low So if you get invited and your hear of a race That takes place where wild things  roam Say you'd love to attend but you think to save face You'd prefer not and would rather stay home. ..
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Driving all night into red skies We'll feel so alive when the sun comes up And the morning air turns our blood so cold and warm Settle at a hotel because we got another 800 miles to go I just want to stay like this forever, I never want to leave who I am because We got it made, and the nights we stay awake Wishing this would never end, we'll run out of gas And we know it's all okay because we have each other Seems it'll never end, All over the east coast we'll throw our own parties Breaking all the rules, we could stay this young forever and own the store parking lots skating on buggies Escaping to paradise to start all over again Well, we know we got it made
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC
Fast Cars