It's all fun and games until someone loses an I spy: Last Thursday at the park near uni I saw two very young girls playing Duck Duck Goose with real ducks so here are my new variations on favourite childhood games
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You also missed out on the obvious game of 'pin the tail on the donkey' , which would have to be preceded by the new game of 'pull the tail OFF the donkey'.
MoS (A quasi-random stranger that takes delight in your diary from afar)
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anonymous
November 24 2003, 02:19:45 UTC
just curious to know whether you check back this far in your journal, really; not that you ever respond to my postings - i feel like i'm in some sort of other world where i can see in, but no one can see me. or go home, stay home, where i just went home (that could be on your list, too).
anyway, here goes -
what about what's the time mr. wolf? with real wolves? wolves of indeterminate gender? or, you could have a group of horologists asking the question.
stuck in the mud, played in quicksand. it would add an exciting new dimension to being safe.
incidentally, i have never heard of some of those games - do you think it could be a cultural thing?
from the poet from across the ditch, who you never email
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Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck,duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck..... ad infinitum?
You also missed out on the obvious game of 'pin the tail on the donkey' , which would have to be preceded by the new game of 'pull the tail OFF the donkey'.
MoS (A quasi-random stranger that takes delight in your diary from afar)
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Hello, and thankyou for reading my journal.
Al.
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anyway, here goes -
what about what's the time mr. wolf? with real wolves? wolves of indeterminate gender? or, you could have a group of horologists asking the question.
stuck in the mud, played in quicksand. it would add an exciting new dimension to being safe.
incidentally, i have never heard of some of those games - do you think it could be a cultural thing?
from the poet from across the ditch, who you never email
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