Lost Your Marbles Poem

To the athens museum in condition pristine instead of being imprisoned in the gallery duveen.

Lost your marbles poem.

I ve lost my marbles poem by yor nella. Return them from whence they came. I lost my marbles yesterday and now i ve lost my mind not those childhood marbles but the weird and brain filled kind and now i can t remember things and often get dismayed and now i can t remember things that happened yesterday i can t remember yesterday or just the day before and now it s all so very hard to think straight anymore. During the late 19th century losing one s marbles began to be used to mean getting frustrated or angry.

For i tell you that no boy ever lost his marbles more irrevocably than you and i will lose our self respect if we remain to take part in a wordy discussion that ends in a broil. Will the marbles stay here or remain forever lost from athens their homeland whatever the cost the debate is perpetual always the same. Have you lost your marbles. I used to have a good memorybut ive forgotten where its gone and some people get so ornery.

In truth the marbles should really go home. This reference from new zealand was printed in the tuapeka times in august 1889. They re ours leave them alone. By max mendelsohn i love the sound of marbles scattered on the worn wooden floor like children running away in a game of hide and seek.