"Was it Beautiful to Shoot...?"

There is a Union Civil War song called Father Abraham that Waen and I have had for flipping ages (along with half a dozen other Union songs and twice that many Confederate). It goes something like this:

We are coming, we are coming
Our Union to restore
We are coming, Father Abraham,
With three-hundred-thousand more
We are coming, we are coming
With three-hundred-thousand more

This is pretty much the extent of the song.

Waen and Vihljalmur were fooling around at some point and rewrote the lyrics so that they went like this:

We are coming, we are coming
Our Union to distress
We are coming, Father Abraham,
With three-hundred-thousand less
We are coming, we are coming
With three-hundred-thousand less

Waen, however, has just now taken the song, their parody, and new written words for it that she wrote, and then written piano music for it, and she plays it all the time. I hadn't seen the words before now. I'm posting them here because she'd like them printed, and, as our printer still is quite dead, everything that needs printing must be taken to the library. So. That's that explanation.

The other explanation goes as follows: I am posting it flocked instead of private because I rather would like people to read it.

( Father Abraham )

I am very proud of Waen, you know.

"Beautiful Girl, You're a Gorgeous Creature..."

And. Er. Well.

This is filched from metaphora: 'tis the 'Pick Fifteen People and Say Something About Them and Make Them Guess' Meme.

( Fifteen people, alike in dignity. Or something. :D )

That took two hours and a bit. It got very difficult in places, but I think it's all right. *pats it hopefully*

Now I must send Miss Kylee a rainbow letter, and go shopping with Mum and Waen. We are going to have an enormous grocery trip in preparation for going away. ^__^ I'm excited. I love shopping for groceries.

"A Tiger in a Cage Can Never See the Sun..."

HellohereisSoujinupdatingpointlessly.

I like figment angst. I'm not ashamed.

To-day I have gone looking for poems. So I have found poems, as I told Nanni somewhat sillyishly, like smooth white pebbles hidden in gravel. I have taken poems and here they are.

( this one is rather sad and I like the way it ends )

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( I just like this one. It rhythms and is good )

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( I think Nanni will like this one )

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( Here is a little one I like. is rather sad )

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( this makes me laugh. it's /silly/. and utterly random, really )

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( eeee! yes! oh! )

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That's all for to-night.

I spent an hour in the grocery to-day choosing a birthday card for Zara, and for Waen. Only I'm pleased, because I think she'll (both) like it. ^_^

I must take another secret photograph of Waen's wall horse. It's amazing.