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|I have a painted signed Santini sculpture of two young lovers. Any idea what it is or what it's worth.?|
My statute is about a foot long and six inches high and it looks like two young lovers.
|I cant find the exact figures you need. But you will get some ideas of prices for new figures and pics. at www.happymall.com/italy/catalog-s…|
Why dont you contact one of the firms that sell Santini sculptures like at www.happymall.com/contactus.htm
and ask them if they sell - or know this particular lovers sculpture.
|What is the rhyming pattern of this poem?|
"Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!"
-'Spring, the Sweet Spring' by Thomas Nashe
the pattern is-
|Who are these two young lovers?|
He is skinny and has a foot fetish
she is giggling and just agreed to marry him
They both love to dance
For best answer tell me their names.
|I don't want you to feel forgeotten. If you're going to go through the effort of giving follow-up clues, you deserve an answer.|
The lovers are Muskrat Susie and Muskrat Sam.
|Is this wrong??|
when I was 15 my friends mum used to tease me with her feet and convinced me to smell her feet. She converted me into a foot lover since and i have a full foot fetish. she is in town this week and invited me to come smell her feet at her hotel if i wanted as it turns her on dominating a guy. im 24 now and still feel awkward about smelling a womens feet who when i was young enticed me with her feet knowing full well it was illegal but im legal now. not sure what to do but i did love to smell her sweaty feet in nylons.
|you say your 24 and you still have to ask what you should do............go smell some feet and get laid you dumb a**|
|My youg lover changed his cell Phone number?|
Lets make it a little more controversial. I aksed if text messages are forwarded to new numbers and no one answered so I thought this would draw more interest. Yes, was swept off my feet by a younger man, and he is such an adorable, cute and sexy person. I just want to know if I text his old number if it will be forwarded to his new number. If anyone knows, Id appreciate! thanks, Tammy
|He changed the number for a reason. get a clue there Tammy|
|Is there anything I can do to help a feral mother cat with 6 young kittens?|
Where I work I accidentally stumbled across a litter of 6 very young kittens and started to leave food for mother. I checked on them twice a day hoping not to disturb them or scare them. I always left a can of moist cat food for the mother on a paper plate and she ate it all the time. After a week or so she moved the kittens out and I had no idea where she had put them. Again, by accident, I found them inside the wall of a shed about 6 feet off the ground stuck between the 2x4s. The kittens kept falling between the boards and onto the ground, that was the only reason I found them because I could hear them crying. I tried to keep feeding the mother but she has since moved them all again and I have no idea where...but it is close because I see her footprints all over. Am I doing wrong by trying to help them? Am I interfering with natural selection? I'm a cat owner/lover and hate to see cats suffer.
|Mothers will relocate their kittens on a regular basis. Part of that is to prevent odors from building up too much in one spot that would tip off predators.|
I would leave out a quality kitten chow for her, and some water. That will give her extra calories. You can still put out canned food. With good food, she won't be leaving to hunt for food, which puts her at risk.
Try to capture the kittens when they are moving around real well, and tame them. And capture the mother and get her spayed. Rescue groups or shelters can probably assist you, at least with a trap.
I don't think you are doing wrong. The fault lies with who ever started the cycle by not getting their cat fixed, so who knows how many generations removed she is.
|Do you think old ppl are better lovers than the young ones?|
The husband leans over and asks his wife, "Do you remember the first time we had s-x together over fifty years ago?
We went behind this very tavern where you leaned against the back fence and I made love to you.
"Yes, she says, "I remember it well."
"OK," he says, "How about taking a stroll around there again and we can do it for old time's sake?"
"Oh Charlie, you old devil, that sounds like a crazy, but good idea!"
A police officer sitting in the next booth heard their conversation and, having a chuckle to himself, he thinks to himself, I've got to see these two old-timers having s_x against a fence. I'll just keep an eye on them so there's no trouble. So he follows them.
The elderly couple walks haltingly along, leaning on each other for support aided by walking sticks. Finally, they get to the back of the tavern an make their way to the fence. The old lady lifts her skirt and the old man drops his trousers.
As she leans against the fence, the old man moves in. Then suddenly, they erupt into the most furious s+x that the policeman has ever seen. This goes on for about ten minutes while both are making loud noises and moaning and screaming. Finally, they both collapse, panting on the ground.
The policeman is amazed. He thinks he has learned something about life and old age that he didn't know.
After about half an hour of lying on the ground recovering, the old couple struggle to their feet and put their clothes back on.
The Policeman, is still watching and thinks to himself, this is truly amazing. I've got to ask them what their secret is.
So, as the couple passes, he says to them, "Excuse me, but that was something else. You must've had a fantastic s_x life together.
Is there some sort of secret to this?"
Shaking the old man is barely able to reply, "Fifty years ago that wasn't an electric fence.
|Being 77 myself, I loved it.|
|PLEASE READ this exert from my story and tell me what you think? (I will take any criticism)?|
“Carrie,” he sighed, “your father loves you I am sure that he understands that you will make mistakes.”
I moved my head off of his shoulder and looked at him with awkward bitterness. How could he have said that what we did was a mistake? We loved each other and had practically made our lifetime vows that night. I must have been the only one that felt that way, or men were too stupid to actually feel what passion is all about. As bittersweet as that night was, I would not take it back for nothing. It was all about who we were going to become as future soul mates. At times I swore that as young lovers, I could feel the earth turn to thunder beneath our feet, it had always been ours for the glorifying taking.
|It feels like you have taken extracts from different paragraphs and meshed them together into one.|
It just doesn't flow.
I think "bitter" is repeated to close together.
"I would not take it back for nothing" should be "I would not take it back for anything".
It's good. Keep at it : )
|Will these politically correct jokes now get past the do gooders?|
Patrick's wife went to see the Doctor because after 20 years of marriage she'd never had an orgasm,the Doctor told her that she should relax and have a fan blowing on her during sex, she goes home and tells patrick but he's too tight to buy an electric fan so he asks his mate mick if he'd stand at the side of the bed flapping a towel whilst he and his wife have sex. Mick agrees and so they give it a go,after 30 minutes the wife still hasn't had an orgasm so patrick asks mick to swap duties,20 minutes later the wife has mind blowing multiple orgasms,patrick turns to mick and says "that my friend,is how to flap a fcuking towel"
Why have Elephants got 4 feet..............cos they'd look stupid with 3 inches
two young lovers were working out how to get over a high wall so they could sneak over to have sex,the boy tells the girl to step up on his erection but she says "how am I going to get back over"
Thor the Norse God of thunder is bored so decides to visit earth and have his evil way,he picks a girl up in a bar and ends up at her place where he smashes the granny out of her all night long,he leaves in the morning without waking the girl and when he returns home he tells his father what he's done and his Dad tells him that a human can't take that sort of abuse from a God and that he should go back and apologise,so he goes back and knocks on the girls door,when she answers he says " I've come back to apologise for last night,I'm Thor",she interrupts him and says, "you're thor,I can't even take a pith"
|Mary's husband, Fred, was at work when his best friend Chuck dropped by.|
"You know, Mary, I've always fancied you - if I was to give you $100, could we have a little fun?"
Mary thinks about it and, since he was a decent-looking fellow, agrees.
Later that day, Fred returns home and immediately asks, "Was Chuck here today?"
Figuring she's caught, she nods reluctantly.
"Great! Did he drop off that hundred bucks he owes me?"
Heidi Klum is driving around one day when her car begins acting up. Sputtering into a nearby garage, she asks the mechanic to take a look. He putters around under the hood and then goes to find her in the waiting room.
"Well, looks like you've blown a seal."
She looks indignant and snaps back, "Just figure out what's wrong with the damn car and leave my personal life out of it!"
|Isn't the greatest poem ever..." Maude" by Lord Tennyson?|
I mean can you really compete with this?
COME into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses blown.
For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
To faint in his light, and to die.
All night have the roses heard
The flute, violin, bassoon;
All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd
To the dancers dancing in tune;
Till a silence fell with the waking bird,
And a hush with the setting moon.
I said to the lily, 'There is but one
With whom she has heart to be gay.
When will the dancers leave her alone?
She is weary of dance and play.'
Now half to the setting moon are gone,
And half to the rising day;
Low on the sand and loud on the stone
The last wheel echoes away.
I said to the rose, 'The brief night goes
In babble and revel and wine.
O young lord-lover, what sighs are those
For one that will never be thine?
But mine, but mine,' so I sware to the rose,
'For ever and ever, mine.'
And the soul of the rose went into my blood,
As the music clash'd in the hall;
And long by the garden lake I stood,
For I heard your rivulet fall
From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood,
Our wood, that is dearer than all;
From the meadow your walks have left so sweet
That whenever a March-wind sighs
He sets the jewel-print of your feet
In violets blue as your eyes,
To the woody hollows in which we meet
And the valleys of Paradise.
The slender acacia would not shake
One long milk-bloom on the tree;
The white lake-blossom fell into the lake,
As the pimpernel dozed on the lea;
But the rose was awake all night for your sake,
Knowing your promise to me;
The lilies and roses were all awake,
They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
Come hither, the dances are done,
In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,
Queen lily and rose in one;
Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls.
To the flowers, and be their sun.
There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate;
The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;'
And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;'
The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;'
And the lily whispers, 'I wait.'
She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthy bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.
|I'm very happy to find a reader of Tennyson. I thought I was left alone in the whole world. This poem is a beauty. Try "the lotos-eaters", my favorite...|