RonBee said:Would Lucy from China be averse
To Ron posting another verse?
:wink:
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RonBee said:Ron asks Lucy to send him to send him a donut through the computer,
But then he wonders if that would really suit her.
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lucyarliwu said:Sorry for two same posts here, so I'm ready to delete one now, but what I don't understand is why I kept trying to post it last night but failed until today I found there are two here already !!
Weird! :?
lucyarliwu said:RonBee said:Would Lucy from China be averse
To Ron posting another verse?
:wink:
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Lucy would love to read
Another poem created
by Ron
With laughters in spread
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Lucy trying to imitate Ron![]()
RonBee said:Yep, that happens. Usually, the postings appear right away, but sometimes (for some reason I am not sure of) the posting doesn't appear right away. You might think your posting has been lost in cyberspace but your posting winds up getting posted to the board anyhow. It doesn't usually happen, but at times you will get another posting every time you click on Submit. Anyhow, I usually delete the duplicate postings.
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tdol said:A new take on dropping someone a line. ;-))
lucyarliwu said:tdol said:A new take on dropping someone a line. ;-))
May I get more explanation on this line,Tdol?
Lucy in confusion
RonBee said:lucyarliwu said:tdol said:A new take on dropping someone a line. ;-))
May I get more explanation on this line,Tdol?
Lucy in confusion
He was referring to the posting where I posted this to you: https://www.usingenglish.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=4586#4586
"Line" refers to "a line of poetry". Also, to "drop a line" to someone or to "drop someone a line" is to send them a note. It's kind of a play on words (a pun). I kind of enjoy the way Mr. Frost compares leaves to something else without explicitly mentioning that other thing. It is a metaphor. (Do you know what he is comparing the leaves to?)
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RonBee said:The Girl in the Red Dress
She stands. She walks.
She flits past me
Like a cardinal
Hopping on the bough of a tree.
On the vine, the tomato red
Is round and ripe and juicy.
Until I pluck it from the vine,
It sits and waits for me,
But she waits for no man,
And, it seems,
I can only touch her
In my dreams.
1997-06-26