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What did you bury today?

A logic bomb inside my programming

[X-Files] a...a...potato![/X-Files]

Nothing.
And neither did Diz.

I thought burying poo was a natural instinct for a cat?!
Nope.
And given his poo time is just before I wake up and just before I go to sleep.....

Lovely.
No wonder I have trouble getting to sleep OR lie-in.

my ex down by the sewage lagoon. shhh, don't tell anybody

Someone is not adhering to the three S's.

Had a couple hobos in the spare room. Wanted to get them in before the hurricane hits.

Quote:

What did you bury today?

Nothing.

But the day ain't over yet.

Now, a few years ago ya coulda axed me "Who did you bury today?"

And I coulda told ya.

sorry about your pet... :(

Quote:

Originally Posted by toranokaze (Post 753423)

my pet rabbit

The Graveyard Rabbit

by Frank Lebby Stanton

In the white moonlight, where the willow waves,
He halfway gallops among the graves—
A tiny ghost in the gloom and gleam,
Content to dwell where the dead men dream,

But wary still!
For they plot him ill;
For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm
(May God defend us!) to shield from harm.

Over the shimmering slabs he goes—
Every grave in the dark he knows;
But his nest is hidden from human eye
Where headstones broken on old graves lie.

Wary still!
For they plot him ill;
For the graveyard rabbit, though sceptics scoff,
Charmeth the witch and the wizard off!

The black man creeps, when the night is dim,
Fearful, still, on the track of him;
Or fleetly follows the way he runs,
For he heals the hurts of the conjured ones.

Wary still!
For they plot him ill;
The souls, bewitched, that would find release,—
To the graveyard rabbit go for peace!

He holds their secret—he brings a boon
Where winds moan wild in the dark o’ the moon;
And gold shall glitter and love smile sweet
To whoever shall sever his furry feet!

Wary still!
For they plot him ill;
For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm
(May God defend us!) to shield from harm.