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I cannot comprehend the neglect of a family library in such days as these.

30/6/2020

I do declare, there is nothing quite like a roost amongst the wisdom of books.... (Happy) Quack! (Perhaps my errant nephew Waddle’s has some taste after all...)

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Every moment has its pleasures and its hope.

29/6/2020

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“I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! -- When I have a (duck) house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.”
Quack!

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In vain have I struggled. It will not do.

28/6/2020

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“Nothing ever fatigues me, but doing what I do not like.” Such as trying to fit my beak into a mask... Quacking up......

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Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery

27/6/2020

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I am utterly distracted: what is this new technology....?

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There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.

26/6/2020

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Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human (or duck) disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised or a little mistaken. And so I pen a prayer...

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Vanity working on a weak head, produces every sort of mischief

25/6/2020

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Don’t fix me with such a glassy stare.
I always deserve the best treatment because I never put up with any other.
Quack!

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There is no charm equal to the tenderness of heart

24/6/2020

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What are men (or ducks) to rocks and mountains?
Or, indeed, Peace Lilies.....

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I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve.

23/6/2020

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I am the happiest creature in the world. Perhaps other people have said so before, but not one with such justice.
For I have found a Hymn Book for refreshment! Quack!

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Nobody could catch cold by the sea

22/6/2020

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It is a truth universally acknowledged that a grumpy duck should just go swimming. Naturally Waddle’s plain bathtub is unsuited to such a refined duck as I...

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She was the sun of my life

21/6/2020

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I have not yet tranquillised myself enough to see Waddles. Or Cassandra (my sibling). She quacked crossly at me, for drawing too much from my writings. Humph...

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I cannot comprehend the neglect of a family library in such days as these.

Every moment has its pleasures and its hope.

In vain have I struggled. It will not do.

Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.

Vanity working on a weak head, produces every sort of mischief

There is no charm equal to the tenderness of heart

I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve.

Nobody could catch cold by the sea

She was the sun of my life

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