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The ghost of small things are small
The ghost of little things are littler than small

It took forty five minutes to fortify the flour
But that's because of the predicament of the knee ligament tear
What? If you can jump on grapes for wine, you surely can knead flour with your knees

But who needs flour when you can have flowers?
Neatly arranged in your hair in colourful crisscrosses
Yellow petals from daisies and blue petals from lillies

Highly read and highly written are mutually exclusive happenings
To write highly of a thing is actually meeting its full potential
Every single thing should be written of highly
Because when it's gone tomorrow that's how it should be remembered

Violins sound sad when played violently
Actually they sound sad all the time
What's are sadder sounds?
Radio static;
A lone cat meowing;
Incessant honking.
And I don't want to write about sad things now

You can't carefully avoid collosal collisions while in a careworn crowded closet
Cornflower and cornflour are both things
I love it when a thing that has a name is just like its name
A bookshelf is that - a shelf for books
But what is a cupboard? A board for cups? Or a cup of boards?
You can't yell low, but yet there's yellow, which is a colour of all things it could be

Lame

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Somewhere in the 100 Acre Wood lives a bear of very little brain
He wakes up and says hello to his house and does his stoutness exercise

And then there's a hungry sound

"There's a rumbly in my tumbly
I need to find me a little smackerel of something
How about a pot of honey?

Oh bother! I have no honey all my pots are empty

Christopher Robin told me to head North
That's where I'll find red balloons

Nobody can be uncheered without balloons

What a hummy day it is today
Today is my favourite day

It's the kind of day to go somewhere
For a somewhere to appear from somewhere
While heading towards nowhere

It's the kind of day to do nothing
Even though something is better than nothing
But the very best something comes from doing nothing

I love doing nothing with Piglet
And Christopher Robin!

Bother! Where are all my friends?

Think, think, think"

There's that hungry rumble again! Winnie the Pooh walks and walks and walks all the way up North. By Rabbit's house he can see the balloons!

"What's that sign? It says 'Surprise Pooh'!
I can see Eeyore, and Owl, and Kanga and Roo and Rabbit and Piglet is here too!
Look here Tigger comes bouncing

And if anyone knows anything about anything it's that bouncing is what Tiggers do best

Christopher Robin is here!"

And Christopher Robin is carrying a huge pot of HONEY!!!

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In Bobby's World

There are books but no paper
There is blood but no bodies

Things are creepy but they're not scary
Things are gloomy but not sad

There's school and colleges
But don't go expecting any education

You will have both a mommy and a daddy
But sisters or brothers? No chance

You can feel free but you can't ever escape
Hey but you can still manage to flee
You can have feelings but you can't emote
Hey but you can still be pretty expressive

Will you fall? Yes
Will you get back up? No

If there's something to be forgotten, you're good
But if there's something you have to remember, you're screwed

Seeing and looking is great
Can you wear glasses? Yes, but not spectacles
But observing and learning? Nope

You may yell your lungs off
But you will never be heard

Can you be happy in such a world? Yes
So can bees

Would you want to live in such a world? No
But you most certainly can breed

You may sleep, but you will never dream
You may gobble pizzas, but you'll never actually eat

No crying babies, but you will find rattling toddlers
No soap, but hey there's plenty of shampoo to go around

You can be running with your feet but you'll never be able to fly
Oh but you can still own a fleet

Everything is sweet, and there's no sugar
But everything is also bitter because of it
Everything in Bobby's world is also bittersweet