Thursday, February 23, 2017

Dairy of a wimpy kid

I liked to talk about this book because I like dairy of a wimpy kid story's there funny and fun that's why I like to talk about them it a book talked about tow friends are in school and they are not going to go to school no more why because it's summer and they said that are going to do Lot of fun things but what heaped there mom and dad don't want them to paly games at the tv and keep are time at the video games they want them to go outside and paly how there mom and dad paly in the pass and they hate playing how did they paly in the pass.
 
And then the two boys said that they are going to do a store and they are going to do for people lemon juice because if there are people want something want to drink why the two boys pick to do for
 the people lemon juice because it's summer and it's to hot and the people be walking in the street and they be so thirsty that's a great idea and the they started to do it but they did but it wasn't go and nobody liked it and the people saw how they did it and when they saw it no body liked it because how do they do it it's so gross and then they said that there going to soled water πŸ’¦ but what happened they where getting the water from a pol that's gross but what did they do they brought water and the want to the people are planning and the everybody was happy 😊 because there were water and how ever want go to buy from the two boys and how was soldering water was happy and how buyed the then everybody was happy in the end of the story.

But I have to sow you a picture for to boys and here are the two boys 
   

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Monday, February 20, 2017

What I'm loving

Hi, I'm going to write about what I'm loving because first it's Valentines Day and second we have to say what we love we don't have to leave it in our hart we can say it to people but not any people ,people that'st like a friend is the most to say to him or her, do you no that when i writes I have to write something before it so people no what I'm writing and that's all what I told you now I'm going to start i hope you love my blog see 😊.


 The best song ever in my life but people heat him but he is so nice and cool 😎 this is the best ever just hear it the best.



First the most thing I love ❤️ it is myself because I have lot of thing in myself nice but some times I don't like to tell everybody about my self a lot, because like if I tell people think that's so weird but for it doesn't be weird for me but do you now why people think like that because they nver did it but like me I did it more then once that's why  I loved it this is how people love their self .

Now I'm going to talk about two things that I love them::::

1-is Paris I now that I talked about it but I can't  stop talking about it it's every thing in my life and my hart I hope that I'm going to it soon but I'm so sure that I'm going to go to it and if you want to now how did l loved it it small story but I'm going to say it as smaller,okay do you now what happened I was looking a pictures and then I saw Paris in the pictures and I liked it because it looks cool 😎 then I was seeing on the lnternet some music 🎢 for Paris and everywhere I go I was thinking πŸ’­ about it and I did not take it that why I was loving it and I didn't now but ones I now that  I was loving Paris but do you want I was loving it but now I now how I'm loving it and their is a picture for my best country ever😊😊😊  very nice right.



2-is music 🎢 I love music because one reason it's when I be mad and sad music let's me be happy 😊 but do you now that music 🎢 is the best and everybody loves it do that music is the best i the world and nobody can live with out music and the best thing that when we are drawing or reading in school our nice teachers let us listen to music because they say when you be writing or doing anything for class if you hear to music 🎢 you are going to finish fast and it going to be so nice .
There is a song you should hear it it looks 😎 just keep talking about music. Here you go.







Thanks for reading what do I love ❤️ that's nice for you 


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Monday, February 13, 2017

Christmas πŸŽ„



Christmas is the best thing because it have a holiday and it maybe take one month and that's the best we don't go to school and ever day we can spend our time fun right the best is the holiday yay 😊.

poems about Christmas: 


It may be difficult these days to separate the Christmas season from the image of the rosy-cheeked, white-bearded man with a taste for cookies and milk, but it was actually a poem that offered us the jolly, plump version of Santa Claus known today. On December 23, 1823, a poem called "A Visit from Saint Nicholas" was published anonymously in the Sentinel, the local newspaper of Troy, New York. This piece offered a different take on Santa Claus, a figure who was, until that time, traditionally depicted as a thinner, less jolly, horse-riding disciplinarian, a combination of mythologies about the British Father Christmas, the Dutch Sinterklaas, and the fourth-century bishop Saint Nicholas of Myra. But the poem in the newspaper painted a different picture: it gave Santa eight reindeer, and even named them; it described a Santa who could magically sneak in and out of homes via chimneys; and it created the venerated, cheerful, chubby icon that is everpresent in holiday cards, movies, television shows, and malls everywhe    

He had a broad face and a little round belly  


       That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
     He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
     And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
     A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
     Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
The poem, of course, is now known as "‘Twas the Night Before Christmas," after its famous first line. Thirteen years after it was published, Clement Clark Moore took credit for its authorship, though his claim to the poem is now in question. Many believe the poem was actually penned by New York writer Henry Livingston.
That Santa Claus was ever linked to the Christmas holiday is itself remarkable, given that the original Feast of St. Nicholas was historically observed on December 6. The holiday on December 25 is a Christian celebration of the birth of the Christ child, and the images surrounding that event have appealed to poets for centuries. John Milton, for example, described the virgin birth this way in his poem “On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity”:
          It was the winter wild,
          While the heaven-born child
       All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;
          Nature, in awe to him,
          Had doffed her gaudy trim,
       With her great Master so to sympathize:


    It was no season then for her
    To wanton with the Sun, her lusty Paramour
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Russian poet Joseph Brodsky was so struck by the Christmas 
season that he wrote a poem for Christmas every year. These poems, now collected in his book Nativity Poems, are concerned not only with the iconography of Christmas, but 



also its themes: eternity, love, celebration, winter, perfection, sin. W. H. Auden, in his poem “For the Time Being: A Christmas Oratorio," appears more interested in the modern significance of the nativity event:

                                                                              ...Once again
     As in previous years we have seen the actual Vision and failed
     To do more than entertain it as an agreeable
     Possibility, once again we have sent Him away,
     Begging though to remain His disobedient servant
     The promising child who cannot keep His word for long.
Other poets find inspiration in reporting on the general atmosphere and imagery of the holiday season. In Mark Doty’s “Messiah (Christmas Portions)," a community comes together to sing the traditional song, and it is in the merging of literal, even awkward, voices that the poet attempts to capture a facet of the holiday
        Aren’t we enlarged
     by the scale of what we’re able
     to desire? Everything,

        the choir insists,
        might flame;

     inside these wrappings
     burns another, brighter life,
        quickened, now,

    by song: hear how
     it cascades, in overlapping,
     lapidary waves of praise? Still time.
        Still time to change.



This is the best thing because lam the first time righting what do I think 


And MerryChristmas πŸŽ„ 



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Paris

Today Ian going to take about a country I love it and i hope that I'm going to go to it because its a nice places it have a nice taower it's so so big but its big but its not ugly i was taking about at befor I say what's it name, and it called Paris. I hope that you loved what I talked coming soon.

Hi,I camed back, but before I start if the poem that lam writing if it's not like how you want please just till my,okay lam going to start, Paris is the best country because it get in my hart fast and this was so hart that something get in my hart like this thing it's to much hart Something to get in my hart fast .
       I hope you see the video πŸ“Ή.


I'm going to say that Paris is ever thing in my life I hope that I go to it soon I love it I can't stop talking about it its the best in my hole life ever. You should hear this the best song ever?????????


 . Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful
And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two.
I'm one of your talking wounded.
I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded.
But I'm in Paris with you.

Yes I'm angry at the way I've been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess I've been through.
I admit I'm on the rebound
And I don't care where are we bound.
I'm in Paris with you.

Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre
If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame,
If we skip the Champs ElysΓ©es
And remain here in this sleazy

Old hotel room
Doing this and that
To what and whom
Learning who you are,
Learning what I am.

Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris,
The little bit of Paris in our view.
There's that crack across the ceiling
And the hotel walls are peeling
And I'm in Paris with you.

Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris.
I'm in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I'm in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I'm in Paris with... all points south.
Am I embarrassing you?
I'm in Paris with you



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