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Archive for May, 2006

What Doctor Who character are You?

You scored as 2nd doctor. Small, scared, clown. Three words that sum you up. Recorder music is brilliant.

2nd doctor

67%

9th Doctor

58%

1st Doctor

58%

4th Doctor

50%

8th Doctor

50%

10th Doctor

42%

5th Doctor

42%

3rd doctor

42%

a Dalek

33%

7th Doctor

25%

6th doctor

25%

Davros

17%

What Doctor Who character are You?
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Happy Birthday Puggle!


Here is the banner I made from the idea I got from Pollywog Creek Porch. His name is actually a little larger in the banner, but I couldn’t make it work when I edited it. The echidna in the middle has his full name, date of birth, place of birth and weight.

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This is searchable by occasion, child age and time available. Looks good so far:-)

So I can find it later…

Nursery Rhyme copywork copywork for teaching punctuation and Grammar.

Sweet William

Listen to a midi version here.

It’s often I sat on my true love’s knee
And many a fond tale he told me
He told me things that never shall be
Sweet William’s a-mourning among the rush.

The rose is red, the grass is green
The days are past that I have seen
And there is another where I have been
Sweet William’s a-mourning among the rush.

I wish I was where I love best
Close in them arms I would embrace
The door should be locked and the key in the chest
Sweet William’s a-mourning among the rush.

The rose is red, the grass is green
The days are past that I have seen
And there is another where I have been
Sweet William’s a-mourning among the rush.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
Wish I was a maid again
Then my parents would not complain
Sweet William’s a-mourning among the rush.

The rose is red, the grass is green
The days are past that I have seen
And there is another where I have been
Sweet William’s a-mourning among the rush.

I’ll dye my petticoats crimson red
Through the world I’ll beg my bread
When he comes back he’ll think I’m dead
Sweet William’s a-mourning among the rush.

The rose is red, the grass is green
The days are past that I have seen
And there is another where I have been
Sweet William’s a-mourning among the rush.