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dmb

Joined: 12 Feb 2003 Posts: 8397
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2004 9:13 am Post subject: |
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| A pair of traditional Anatolian slippers. Have a good one. |
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yaramaz

Joined: 05 Mar 2003 Posts: 2384 Location: Not where I was before
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2004 10:12 am Post subject: |
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| dmb, your post count is 888---- is that like the second cousin of the devil, twice removed? |
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khmerhit
Joined: 31 May 2003 Posts: 1874 Location: Reverse Culture Shock Unit
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2004 7:37 am Post subject: |
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many thanks to each of you for all the kind bday wishes!!!  |
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Wonky Piano
Joined: 23 Feb 2004 Posts: 13
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2004 2:27 am Post subject: |
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Holy cow! Sorry KH. I hope I'm not too late. Happy Birthday. I'm a little late because I've got caught up in a couple of Ludwig's posts. I'm sure you understand. Whew! Bilingualism, morphology..... Oh well, back to work!  |
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desultude

Joined: 19 Jan 2003 Posts: 614
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2004 5:08 am Post subject: |
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Happy birthday!
Here's a bottle of Andong Soju and some kimchi. Best wishes from Korea! |
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yaramaz

Joined: 05 Mar 2003 Posts: 2384 Location: Not where I was before
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2004 8:59 am Post subject: |
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Ooops! I forgot to send my prezzie! For shame!
(ahem, cough cough)
A poem for Khmerhit on his 40th birthday, belated
From the yurt of Yara comes a flock of sheep
smiling woolen faces aglow
fragrant lit candles lighting the way
through the moody dusty steppes
of central Anatolia
Perched on their fleecy noggins,
trays of baklava
plates of fragrant rice
beyti kebab
Iskender kebab
sis kebab
d�ner kebab
kebab kebab
and kebab for good measure
and a large bottle of your finest Yakut red wine
and a big Betty Crocker birthday cake shipped in from the Safeway in Wawa
with that delightful fake pink thick frosting
Pausing before the fairy chimneys of Cappadocia
before the caves
before the rock churches
the rose valley, pigeon valley
the sheep prepare a picnic
for khmerhit on his 40th (belated)
they lay the blanket down
assemble cutlery and cups
small pillows for your bottom
plastic plates and paper napkins
They smile, black lipped, grassy-breath'd.
Sheepishly playing the baglama
(not easy for those with hooves)
they begin to sing
baaah baaaah bahhh baaaaah
baaaaaaaaah baaaaah baaaaah baaaaaaahbaaah
baaaaah
baaaabaaah
baaaaaaaaahbahbaaaah
baaah
Hoppy birdy two ewe, Monsieur khmer. Forty ain't so bad. I did it in a past life. |
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