![]() ![]() If I were a young man With my bones full of marrow, Oh, if I were a bold young man Straight as an arrow, I'd store up no virtue For Heaven's distant plain, I'd live at ease as I did please And sin once again. If I were a young man With a brisk, healthy body, Oh, if I were a bold young man With love of rum toddy, Though I knew that I was spiting My old age with pain, My happy lip would touch and sip Again and again. Read In The Episode: Tweet TweetNote: This Clip Is For Entertainment Purposes Only No Copyright Is IntendedDon't Forget To Drop A Like On. And though from time before I knew She'd stab me with pain, Though well I knew she'd not be true, I'd love her again. Small Parcel of Bones by David Charleston, with illustrations by Penny Berry. If I were a young man And young was my Lily, A smart girl, a bold young man, Both of us silly. If I were a young man With my bones full of marrow, Oh, if I were a bold young man Straight as an arrow, And if I had the same years To live once again, I would not change their simple range Of laughter and pain. The selfish smiling fool, & the sullen frowning fool, shall be both thought wise, that they may be a rod. ![]() The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship. lou's tail beats breeze, lou's tail beats breeze. or fish and chicken jawbone tease, and when you dip them in soft cheese. Are just the tiny cardboard doors of Advent calendars. Though I am an old man With my bones very brittle, Though I am a poor old man Worth very little, Yet I suck at my long pipe At peace in the sun, I do not fret nor much regret That my work is done. Let man wear the fell of the lion, woman the fleece of the sheep. Synthetic additives are rough, formaldehyde is gassy stuff, digestive tracts are built as tough, but lou can't puff, but lou can't puff. And a fresh wondrous different Christmas sinks into my bones. ![]()
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