LAST POST XII: The Postening. Post early, post often, but above all, post last


#5401

I guess we all lose because you have Last Post in your signature.

Last Post


#5402

Last! I got the last post!


#5403

That’s the goal of the


#5404

A First Child is an Only Child until a sibling comes along. Much like a Last Post is only Last until another comes along. So, for now, THIS is the LAST POST !!! :slight_smile:


#5405

the

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#5406

Last!!


#5407

http://thumbpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/funny-lemur-meditating-fence-park1.jpg

Last Post!


#5408

Last!!


#5409

Post!!


#5410

The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy Last Post.


#5411

The rain in Spain falls mainly on the Last Post !


#5412

A bird in the hand is worth two in the Last Post.


#5413

The original quote “Laugh and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone” is found in Ella Wheeler’s poem “Solitude” (1883).

Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

Weep, and you weep alone;

For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,

But has trouble enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer;

Sigh, it is lost on the air;

The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;

Grieve, and they turn and go;

They want full measure of all your pleasure,

But they do not need your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many;

Be sad, and you lose them all,—

There are none to decline your nectared wine,

But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;

Fast, and the world goes by.

Succeed and give, and it helps you live,

But no man can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure

For a large and lordly train,

But one by one we must all file onThrough the narrow aisles of pain.

Its because world is full of selfish people and its a universal experience that people are with you only at your good times and when you have bad times you find yourself alone ……

with the Last Post!


#5414

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
But his daughter, named Nan,
Ran away with a man
And as for the bucket,
Last Post.


#5415

I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a Last Post.


#5416

#5417

Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Woot.
Woot who?
Last Post.


#5418

i like your knockers.

famous last posts.


#5419

How about these hooters?

https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/PHOTO/LARGE/eastern_screech_owl_bothmorphs_sarahwolfe.jpg

Last Post


#5420

Impressive pair of boobies!

https://i.ytimg.com/vi/YQORs1m0Q0Q/maxresdefault.jpg

The Last Post