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To: wildwood

Unfortunately she is wrong. She is not competant to make the request she made.

She would have done better to keep silent.


47 posted on 09/04/2005 9:04:20 AM PDT by bert (K.E. ; N.P . The wild winds of fortune will carry us onward)
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To: bert
She is not competant

hi, bert.

competant is spelled competent.

speaking of.

129 posted on 09/04/2005 10:07:50 AM PDT by wildwood
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....speaking of.....

Is this you???

"I will twine, I will mingle my raven black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
And the myrtle so bright with it's emerald hue
The pale emanita and the hyssop so blue

I will dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay
I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway
I woke from my dreaming, my idol was clay
All portions of loving had all flown away

But he taught me to love him and promised to love
And to cherish me over all others above
My poor heart is wondering no misery can tell
He left with no warning, no word of farewell

Well you told me you love me and called me your flower
That was blooming to cheer you through life's dreary hour
I live to see him regret life's dark hour
He's gone and neglected this pale wildwood flower

312 posted on 09/04/2005 1:38:02 PM PDT by bert (K.E. ; N.P . The wild winds of fortune will carry us onward)
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To: wildwood
oooops....speaking of.....

Is this you???

"I will twine, I will mingle my raven black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
And the myrtle so bright with it's emerald hue
The pale emanita and the hyssop so blue

I will dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay
I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway
I woke from my dreaming, my idol was clay
All portions of loving had all flown away

But he taught me to love him and promised to love
And to cherish me over all others above
My poor heart is wondering no misery can tell
He left with no warning, no word of farewell

Well you told me you love me and called me your flower
That was blooming to cheer you through life's dreary hour
I live to see him regret life's dark hour
He's gone and neglected this pale wildwood flower

313 posted on 09/04/2005 1:39:01 PM PDT by bert (K.E. ; N.P . The wild winds of fortune will carry us onward)
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