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Mind Over Matter, Will Make The Pooh Unfatter.

I Used To Believe In Forever, But Forever's Too Good To Be True

Halfway Down The Stairs, Is A Stair, Where I Sit. There Isn't Any, Other Stair, Quite Like, It. I'm Not At The Bottom, I'm Not At The Top; So This Is The Stair, Where, I Always, Stop. Halfway Up The Stairs, Isn't Up, And Isn't Down. It Isn't In The Nursery, It Isn't In The Town. And All Sorts Of Funny Thoughts, Run Round My Head: It Isn't Really Anywhere! It's Somewhere Else Instead!

Food Is A Subject Of Conversation More Spiritually Refreshing Even Than The Weather, For The Number Of Possible Remarks About The Weather Is Limited, Whereas Of Food You Can Talk On And On And On.

Well,” Said Owl, “the Customary Procedure In Such Cases Is As Follows.” “what Does Crustimoney Proseedcake Mean?” Said Pooh. “for I Am A Bear Of Very Little Brain, And Long Words Bother Me.