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Date Posted: Tue, Sep 06 2005, 16:47:45
Author: SUO Biddulph
Subject: Re: LUOTC are all CUNTS!
In reply to: mountebank 's message, "Re: LUOTC are all CUNTS!" on Mon, Sep 05 2005, 18:30:15

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> come on glover, you're holding on too tight...
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>A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.
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>XL. Into my heart on air that kills
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>
>INTO my heart on air that kills
>From yon far country blows:
>What are those blue remembered hills,
>What spires, what farms are those?
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>That is the land of lost content, 5
>I see it shining plain,
>The happy highways where I went
>And cannot come again.
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>.............True my day is done.... let go light
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>'he that increath knowledge increath sorrow'
> Ecclesiasiates ch 1. v 18
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>
>A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad
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>'Clay lies still, but bloods a rover;
> Breath's a ware that will not keep
> Up, lad: when the journeys's over
> There'll be time enough to sleep.'


DON'T DO IT GLOVER!!!!!! You've only been here 3 years. It's ok to do 6...

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Dylan Thomas

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.

etc....

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