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November 5th, 2000, 10:42 PM
#21
Inactive Member
*has sudden urge to hear "Cats in the Cradle"*
MELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!........thanks for the reminder.....*g
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November 7th, 2000, 08:52 AM
#22
Inactive Member
Flea poem
Dog's back.
Itch
itch
scratch
scratch
scratch
scratch
scratch
scratch
(pause)
itch
scratch
scratch
itch
paws
scratch
scratch
scratch
scratch
scratch
scratch
scratch
scratch
scratch
scratch scratch scratch
bald patch.
John Hegley
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November 7th, 2000, 01:01 PM
#23
Inactive Member
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November 8th, 2000, 08:40 AM
#24
Inactive Member
The Sisters of mercy
Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on.
And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.
Oh I hope you run into them, you who've been travelling so long.
Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control.
It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul.
Well I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how you're pinned:
When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned.
Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them.
They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn
they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.
When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon.
Don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon.
And you won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night:
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right,
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right.
Leonard Cohen
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November 8th, 2000, 01:11 PM
#25
Inactive Member
hmmm........i opened my door the other day and heard the bells on the church which is doors down from me......and it made me think of the holidays coming up.......
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CHURCHBELLS
Churchbells echo outside my door
ringing throughout the land
Reminders of the days of yore
beckon "take me by the hand"
Ancient traditions are carried through
family within the heart
Past sequences repeat anew
and vow to make a fresh start
Those who have already gone to their graves
are brought back to life once more
By fond memories that their loved ones saved
cherished as they were before
Churchbells bring such dreams to mind
and set a luminous scene
For these are the days of mankind
we are summoned to convene
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November 11th, 2000, 03:37 AM
#26
Inactive Member
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