Liberação de bio e h.h em estilo praiano com autoria 100% de @aztomicc. Caso use, dê os creditos nos storys do ig.
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I completly forgot that at the near end of nicktoons the games begin including tak then replaced timmy with him & it just makes me go-
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"The brother was saving her, but the clown ruin it"
(the middle is a OC call Frank Letterson)
(From the Waltenews charity art) (H&H x TWF AU)
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The wonderful and distinctive aroma of bog myrtle is only released into the air on warm, sunny days, which, as many of Algy's friends will know from his adventures, occur only rarely in the wild West Highlands of Scotland…
But it brings to those few balmy days a quality which all who experience it never forget, for the combination of that unique fragrance with the other scents peculiar to the peat bogs (and indeed to "the hills of the North") creates a lasting memory of an environment "far from the madding crowd" where - providing the weather is kind - it is still possible to find comfort and peace.
So Algy hopped down from his view point and nestled deep into one of the many ragged bushes which were scattered across the hillside. Taking a big, deep breath he inhaled the scent of the aromatic leaves, rejoicing not only in the delightfully invigorating effect, but also in the knowledge that the infamous Scottish midges so little appreciate the benefits of this particular herb that their vast hordes would keep well away from him so long as he stayed close to the protective bog myrtle. 😀
Let them boast of Arabia, oppressed
By the odour of myrrh on the breeze;
In the isles of the East and the West
That are sweet with the cinnamon trees
Let the sandal-wood perfume the seas;
Give the roses to Rhodes and to Crete,
We are more than content, if you please,
With the smell of bog-myrtle and peat!
Though Dan Virgil enjoyed himself best
With the scent of the limes, when the bees
Hummed low 'round the doves in their nest,
While the vintagers lay at their ease,
Had he sung in our northern degrees,
He'd have sought a securer retreat,
He'd have dwelt, where the heart of us flees,
With the smell of bog-myrtle and peat!
Oh, the broom has a chivalrous crest
And the daffodil's fair on the leas,
And the soul of the Southron might rest,
And be perfectly happy with these;
But WE, that were nursed on the knees
Of the hills of the North, we would fleet
Where our hearts might their longing appease
With the smell of bog-myrtle and peat!
[Algy is quoting the poem To C H Arkcoll by the 19th century Scottish author and collector of folk and fairy tales, Andrew Lang.]
For those interested: bog myrtle (Myrica gale) has long been used in traditional herbal medicine, as it has many useful properties. The Herbal Resource has further information.
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The Bishop of Southwark: What are you doing up there?
Sinning Jenny: I just wanted to borrow your Bible.
The Bishop of Southwark: Since when are you two interested in the Bible?
The Jovial Contrarian: I peeked at the end, Reginald. The devils did it.
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