Nice to see the interest in this old post "the same Old Faces Have Come Alive"
Nice to be Nice Nice!!!!!!!
Nice to see the interest in this old post "the same Old Faces Have Come Alive"
Nice to be Nice Nice!!!!!!!
Welcome to chess.com dear squirrel. Beware of Tryst, he tends to feast upon newbies here.
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Sorry.
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I seriously don't know who I piss off anymore
Come on guys, welcoming new blood has got to be the nicest thing ever. Well done trysts.
Thanks
To welcome Will, here's a poem from welcoming Will Blake:
LAUGHING SONG
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;
When the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene;
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing 'Ha ha he!'
When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha ha he!'
William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827) was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognised during his lifetime, Blake is now considered a seminal figure in the history of both the poetry and visual arts of the Romantic Age. His prophetic poetry has been said to form "what is in proportion to its merits the least read body of poetry in the English language".[1] His visual artistry has led one contemporary art critic to proclaim him "far and away the greatest artist Britain has ever produced".[2] Although he lived in London his entire life except for three years spent in Felpham[3] he produced a diverse and symbolically rich corpus, which embraced the imagination as "the body of God",[4] or "Human existence itself".[5]
Where's pushwood?
Hey, when you show up, I would like to be the first to say, "Welcome to chess.com!"