Hug O’ War

(by Shel Silverstein)

For all of you, my Lovelies…may your weekends be laid-back and fun!

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8 Responses to Hug O’ War

  1. deeepshe says:

    V objemu vsi zmagujemo, prav res ..

    Verjamem, da mi ni treba spraševati, če poznaš Silersteinovo poezijo (ki je prekrasna) ali pa Drevo ima srce ali pa Manjkajoči košček sreča veliki O:) pozdravček izpod sobotnega neba …

  2. Rumi says:

    Vesela in prijazna pesmica, ki gre lahko v “glavo”. Učim se jo na pamet, da jo bova prepevala z vnukom na sprehodih po gozdu. Bodi vesela in razigrana.

  3. Sabina says:

    Tanja, thanx a lot!!!! Tako je lušna!
    Naj bo tudi tvoj vikend sproščen in zabaven!
    Pomežikec

  4. janez says:

    ..in tole si bom momljal, ko bom jutri cmaril ribez(rdeči, črni), maline(rdeče, rumene, oranžne), šmarne hrušice in češnje in upam, da bom po cmarjenju dobil ene par kozarčkov odlične marmelade.

  5. Tanja says:

    Še ena za vse vas, še posebej za Deeps. KLjub temu, da ni zunaj nič kaj poletno, prihaja naravnost iz zamrzovalnika:
    BEAR IN THERE ( By Shel Silverstein):

    There’s a Polar Bear
    In our Frigidaire–
    He likes it ’cause it’s cold in there.
    With his seat in the meat
    And his face in the fish
    And his big hairy paws
    In the buttery dish,
    He’s nibbling the noodles,
    He’s munching the rice,
    He’s slurping the soda,
    He’s licking the ice.
    And he lets out a roar
    If you open the door.
    And it gives me a scare
    To know he’s in there–
    That Polary Bear
    In our Fridgitydaire.

  6. Šuki says:

    Tko fina pesmica, jo bom sprintal pa napopal na steno, mogoce se jo bom se napamet naucu.

  7. deeps says:

    Sem napisala – Silersteinovo poezijo? Ojej .. v mislih sem imela Tellegenovo … pomotica (hvala za Silversteinovo iz zamrzovalnika – kljub.:)

    Ker je zdajle ravno tam okrog at the and of day … in ker mi je ta ena njegovih ljubših, ob kateri me vedno ustavi’ … (zdaj bo pravi avtor, obljubim:)

    At the end of the day,
    when someone comes rushing in with love,
    when you’re tired and clumsy and just at that moment caught in a tangle of fears.
    what do you do?
    what do you do with love, downy, easily frightened,
    that someone still brings you?

    (At The End Of The Day, Toon Tellegen)

    pozdravček,
    deeps

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