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Topic: The Near-Enemy
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Heart--Shaped Cross Newflake Posts: 0 From: Registered: Nov 2010
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posted February 26, 2008 12:06 PM
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MysticMelody Moderator Posts: 1036 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted February 26, 2008 12:15 PM
Hmmmm... there's a lot there. Looks like a good book. IP: Logged |
NosiS Moderator Posts: 136 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted February 26, 2008 02:12 PM
Amen, Brother Cross.I will get back to this soon.
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posted February 26, 2008 03:05 PM
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ghanima81 Knowflake Posts: 388 From: Maine Registered: Apr 2009
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posted February 26, 2008 06:41 PM
Or as I say in the real-real, not the play-play... MWAH! This has really made my gears spin today!
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Heart--Shaped Cross Newflake Posts: 0 From: Registered: Nov 2010
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posted February 27, 2008 12:01 AM
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MysticMelody Moderator Posts: 1036 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted February 27, 2008 12:23 AM
real-real play-playyou don't say-say? IP: Logged |
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posted February 27, 2008 12:42 AM
There is profoundness in frivolry.IP: Logged |
NosiS Moderator Posts: 136 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted February 27, 2008 12:54 AM
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Heart--Shaped Cross Newflake Posts: 0 From: Registered: Nov 2010
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posted March 02, 2008 11:51 PM
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ~ Dylan Thomas
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