I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt, and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high, jumped so high
Then he lightly touched down
I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was
down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
as he spoke right out
He talked of life, talked of life, he laughed
clicked his heels and stepped
He said his name "Bojangles" and he danced a lick
across the cell
He grabbed his pants and spread his stance,
Oh he jumped so high and then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, let go a laugh
and shook back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3YMy...eature=related )
... because it just that sort of morning.
Good morning, everyone! Saturday morning... again. A cup of Taylors of Harrogate's "Yorkshire" tea... again. A bowl of rice and miso soup... again.
I'm in a rut. Do you know the difference between a 'rut' and a 'grave?' Only the dimensions. That's all. Just the size. I need to do something really different today to break out of this... gotta think....
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Originally Posted by beppe
Traditionally we drink Barolo Chinato.
In the Piedmont region, old Barolo wine is used to make an after-dinner digestif known as Barolo Chinato. The bark from the South American cinchona tree is steeped in Barolo
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That should keep you really healthy! Did you know that "Priest's Medicine" was made from the bark of the cinchona tree? That stuff sold for thousands of dollars in Ancient China and Japan. It was the only thing that could cure the dreaded 'bad air' disease... Malaria!
Quinine comes from the bark of the Cinchona tree and was later distilled out to become the 'modern medicine' for treating Malaria, until recently replaced by more effective meds.
What medicine can I use to motivate some change here? Maybe I'll learn to play the tuba...
Stitchawl