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Monday, May 24

  1. page O. OM&M Poetry edited Alone {http://www.swisseduc.ch/english/readinglist/angelou_maya/icons/angelou.jpg} By Maya A…

    Alone {http://www.swisseduc.ch/english/readinglist/angelou_maya/icons/angelou.jpg}
    By Maya Angelou
    Lying, thinking
    Last night
    How to find my soul a home
    Where water is not thirsty
    And bread loaf is not stone
    I came up with one thing
    And I don't believe I'm wrong
    That nobody,
    But nobody
    Can make it out here alone.
    Alone, all alone
    Nobody, but nobody
    Can make it out here alone.
    There are some millionaires
    With money they can't use
    Their wives run round like banshees
    Their children sing the blues
    They've got expensive doctors
    To cure their hearts of stone.
    But nobody
    No, nobody
    Can make it out here alone.
    Alone, all alone
    Nobody, but nobody
    Can make it out here alone.
    Now if you listen closely
    I'll tell you what I know
    Storm clouds are gathering
    The wind is gonna blow
    The race of man is suffering
    And I can hear the moan,
    'Cause nobody,
    But nobody
    Can make it out here alone.
    Alone, all alone
    Nobody, but nobody
    Can make it out here alone.
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    I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
    By William Wordsworth
    I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
    That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
    When all at once I saw a crowd,
    A host, of golden daffodils;
    Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
    Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
    Continuous as the stars that shine
    And twinkle on the milky way,
    They stretched in never-ending line
    Along the margin of a bay:
    Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
    Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
    The waves beside them danced; but they
    Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
    A poet could not but be gay,
    In such a jocund company:
    I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
    What wealth the show to me had brought:
    For oft, when on my couch I lie
    In vacant or in pensive mood,
    They flash upon that inward eye
    Which is the bliss of solitude;
    And then my heart with pleasure fills,
    And dances with the daffodils.

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Tuesday, May 4

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    Of Mice and Men (Runtime: 115mins) is a 1992 American film starring John Malkovich and Gary Sinise, directed and produced by Gary Sinise. It is the third movie adaptation of John Steinbeck's 1937 novel of the same name. The first adaptation was made in 1939, and a made-for-TV movie version was produced in 1981. (Wikipedia)
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  3. page O. OM&M Burn's Poem To a Mouse edited {http://www.qrz.com/hampages/b/r/gb250rb/robert-burns.jpg} "To a Mouse" by Robert Bu…
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    "To a Mouse"
    by Robert Burns
    (original)
    Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
    O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
    Thou need na start awa sae hasty
    Wi bickering brattle!
    I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
    Wi' murdering pattle.
    I'm truly sorry man's dominion
    Has broken Nature's social union,
    An' justifies that ill opinion
    Which makes thee startle
    At me, thy poor, earth born companion
    An' fellow mortal!
    I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
    What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
    A daimen icker in a thrave
    'S a sma' request;
    I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
    An' never miss't.
    Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
    It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
    An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
    O' foggage green!
    An' bleak December's win's ensuin,
    Baith snell an' keen!
    Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
    An' weary winter comin fast,
    An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
    Thou thought to dwell,
    Till crash! the cruel coulter past
    Out thro' thy cell.
    That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
    Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
    Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble,
    But house or hald,
    To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
    An' cranreuch cauld.
    But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
    In proving foresight may be vain:
    The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
    Gang aft agley,
    An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
    For promis'd joy!
    Still thou are blest, compared wi' me!
    The present only toucheth thee:
    But och! I backward cast my e'e,
    On prospects drear!
    An' forward, tho' I canna see,
    I guess an' fear!
    (Modern translation)
    Small, sleek, cowering, timorous beast,
    O, what a panic is in your breast!
    You need not start away so hasty
    With hurrying scamper!
    I would be loath to run and chase you,
    With murdering plough-staff.
    I'm truly sorry man's dominion
    Has broken Nature's social union,
    And justifies that ill opinion
    Which makes thee startle
    At me, thy poor, earth born companion
    And fellow mortal!
    I doubt not, sometimes, but you may steal;
    What then? Poor beast, you must live!
    An odd ear in twenty-four sheaves
    Is a small request;
    I will get a blessing with what is left,
    And never miss it.
    Your small house, too, in ruin!
    It's feeble walls the winds are scattering!
    And nothing now, to build a new one,
    Of coarse grass green!
    And bleak December's winds coming,
    Both bitter and keen!
    You saw the fields laid bare and wasted,
    And weary winter coming fast,
    And cozy here, beneath the blast,
    You thought to dwell,
    Till crash! the cruel plough past
    Out through your cell.
    That small bit heap of leaves and stubble,
    Has cost you many a weary nibble!
    Now you are turned out, for all your trouble,
    Without house or holding,
    To endure the winter's sleety dribble,
    And hoar-frost cold.
    But Mouse, you are not alone,
    In proving foresight may be vain:
    The best laid schemes of mice and men
    Go often askew,
    And leaves us nothing but grief and pain,
    For promised joy!
    Still you are blest, compared with me!
    The present only touches you:
    But oh! I backward cast my eye,
    On prospects dreary!
    And forward, though I cannot see,
    I guess and fear!

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    After you have installed Audacity, you need to follow this tutorial (by a really smart little kid).
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Monday, February 15

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    All That is Gold Does Not Glitter
    by J. R. R. Tolkien
    All that is gold does not glitter,
    Not all those who wander are lost;
    The old that is strong does not wither,
    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
    The crownless again shall be king.
    Journey's End
    by J. R. R. Tolkien
    In western lands beneath the Sun
    The flowers may rise in Spring,
    The trees may bud, the waters run,
    The merry finches sing.
    Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night,
    And swaying branches bear
    The Elven-stars as jewels white
    Amid their branching hair.
    Though here at journey's end I lie
    In darkness buried deep,
    Beyond all towers strong and high,
    Beyond all mountains steep,
    Above all shadows rides the Sun
    And Stars for ever dwell:
    I will not say the Day is done,
    Nor bid the Stars farewell.

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Wednesday, January 27

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