Remember, remember!
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes and his companions
Did the scheme contrive,
To blow the King and Parliament
All up alive.
Threescore barrels, laid below,
To prove old England’s overthrow.
But, by God’s providence, him they catch,
With a dark lantern, lighting a match!
A stick and a stake
For King James’s sake!
If you won’t give me one,
I’ll take two,
The better for me,
And the worse for you.
A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope,
A penn’orth of cheese to choke him,
A pint of beer to wash it down,
And a jolly good fire to burn him.
Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring!
Holloa, boys! holloa boys! God save the King!
Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray!
Dia de los muertos .. the day of the Dead.. In Mexico and in other parts of latin america, folks have bene welcoming their dead loved ones into their homes with sweets and flowers.. and of course prayers..
I’ve felt my dead lovde ones close all day Sam, my dad, my father in law.. they’ve been floatation near me smiling.. .. watching me work. I can see my grandparents a littler further out .. and my old pets.. Thats actually not much different tn most days.. but maybe they know this day is special for them.. Every day is dia de los muertos for me .. Come close you guys.. I love you all..
I’m goign to go find some sweets and flowers.. it’s never to late to say ‘hi’
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