Well, that would be an airer.
It's all in how we hear the spoken word. When a little boy, one fellow thought "world peace" was "whirled peas." Anyone heard of mondegreen?
air
heir
ere
err ("air" or "ur")
well, that would be an airer.
it's all in how we hear the spoken word.
when a little boy, one fellow thought "world peace" was "whirled peas.
Well, that would be an airer.
It's all in how we hear the spoken word. When a little boy, one fellow thought "world peace" was "whirled peas." Anyone heard of mondegreen?
air
heir
ere
err ("air" or "ur")
Where I work:
Across the street, dogwood:
howdy guys!
so how long has it been since you have seen your jw family or friends?
or do you even care to have them in your life anymore?
Family that aren't dubs have been great! They took us back in like nothing ever happened. We hadn't had much contact with them in almost twenty years but we got together with a few at a time, explained our situation and they were very understanding. -- Darkknight 757
Yes, like nothing ever happened. I am grateful for that. It sure is different with JW family, however. I see JW and non-JW family on FB, but have had no physical contact with family in way too long . . .
At least my FB kith and kin respond to my posts.
greetings, word lovers:.
in my job, i work with words and wrangle them into shape, well, in a manner of speaking.
one word might be mistaken for another, a word with either a similar or identical sound.
Thanks, Xanthippe, hooberus, and Syl, for your posts!
Just now saw them!
Similar-sounding but not truly homophonic words:
unknowing and annoying
Thank you, lusitano, Village Idiot, waton, and AFRIKANMAN, for both your beautiful word and photographic pictures.
My imagination must take me places to which, otherwise, I cannot travel.
Best wishes, all . . .
During a recent trip to the Pacific Coast . . .
Thank you, LV101, for the "picture" that you have painted!
I always enjoy your posts.
Blessings and Peace
THE PACIFIC OCEAN AND SURROUNDING LANDSCAPE once was home. It held both my heart and my spirit within its mighty bosom.
My impoverished family loved and cherished the sea, stretching outward beyond infinity; but it was I, more than the others, who took to the ever dreary landscape. In a most peculiar manner, the dank surroundings soothed and enveloped me in crawling mists that were more welcomed to me than the evaporating rays of a cavorting summer sun.
I, however, am no longer that pensive lad who found comfort in the dark and cold, deep blue sea. Today, a man in the physical sense, I no longer possess that childlike fascination with my former abode. I reside in The City. Luxuries absent during youth abound, satisfying beyond mere need. The sterile vista I gaze upon is that of steel, stone, glass; its combination in regal, imposing edifices commands my admiring view yet scarcely my heart.
Yesterday's child has vanished from all remembrance . . .