INTERNATIONAL DAY OF POETRY

     

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The Trees  by Philip Larkin             

                       
The trees are coming into leaf

Like something almost being said;

The recent buds relax and spread,

Their greenness is a kind of grief.

                                                                                                 
Is it that they are born again                                                                   

And we grow old? No, they die too,                                                                           

Their yearly trick of looking new

Is written down in rings of grain.


Yet still the unresting castles thresh

In fullgrown thickness every May.

Last year is dead, they seem to say,

Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY

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Saint Patrick's Day

St. Patrick's Day is celebrated on March 17th, his religious feast day and the anniversary of his death in the fifth century. The Irish have observed this day as a religious holiday for over a thousand years. On St. Patrick's Day, which falls during the Christian season of Lent, Irish families would traditionally attend church in the morning and celebrate in the afternoon. Lenten prohibitions against the consumption of meat were waived and people would dance, drink and feast—on the traditional meal of Irish bacon and cabbage.
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International Women's Day

                   A Cyber Day in a Woman's Life!

          

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PROFESSORES . . . ELOGIO LEGÍTIMO!!!!

Elogio, inocente, aos professores....

Viva a honestidade e a inocência. Os miúdos ainda são o que há de melhor!...

Vejam como tudo é tão subjectivo em educação, muitos outros,
a maioria (?) ficaria ofendida.

Aconteceu na Escola Básica Integrada de Rabo de Peixe (Ilha de S.Miguel - Açores), desconhecendo-se qual a nota atribuída ao referido aluno.

A professora pediu aos alunos para fazerem uma composição sobre a escola.

Um deles escreveu:

'A minha escola é pequena, mas muito bem arranjada. A minha escola é
como se fosse um jardim.
Nós, os alunos, somos as flores e a senhora professora é como se fosse
um monte de estrume que nos faz crescer belos e fortes.'