Three's a crowd. And that's a good thing.
Showing posts with label Three. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Three. Show all posts
Saturday, March 3, 2012
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Saturday, September 10, 2011
"Three" by Benjamin Franklin
"Three can keep a secret - if two of them are dead"
... Benjamin Franklin
"Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days."
... Benjamin Franklin
"There are three faithful friends - an old wife, an old dog, and ready money."
... Benjamin Franklin
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Sunday, May 30, 2010
Threes by Carl Sandburg
I was a boy when I heard three red words
a thousand Frenchmen died in the streets
for: Liberty, Equality, Fraternity--I asked
why men die for words.
I was older; men with mustaches, sideburns,
lilacs, told me the high golden words are:
Mother, Home, and Heaven--other older men with
face decorations said: God, Duty, Immortality
--they sang these threes slow from deep lungs.
Years ticked off their say-so on the great clocks
of doom and damnation, soup, and nuts: meteors flashed
their say-so: and out of great Russia came three
dusky syllables workmen took guns and went out to die
for: Bread, Peace, Land.
And I met a marine of the U.S.A., a leatherneck with a girl on his knee
for a memory in ports circling the earth and he said: Tell me how to say
three things and I always get by--gimme a plate of ham and eggs--how
much--and--do you love me, kid?
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