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To: Monorprise; Old Sarge; darkwing104; rabscuttle385; 50mm; Atom Smasher; 230FMJ; Aircop_2006; ...
*AHEM* In the spirit of the First Amendment, you are more than welcome to hang from the darkest corners of your belfry and attempt to endlessly challenge the ideas on this board, as soon as you first illustrate that you possess a rudimentary functional command of the Queen's English. Until then, sir, you may piss off.

"But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come: for men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away, for his name is Obama."

274 posted on 11/15/2010 3:59:56 PM PST by Viking2002 (2012 - NO PRISONERS! NO QUARTER!)
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To: Viking2002

LOL, speak of the Kitties and they shall “Murr” and gather interest in the proceedings.
(I alluded to the Kitties and others in 272.)


277 posted on 11/15/2010 4:03:03 PM PST by Darksheare (I shook hands with Sheryl Crow and all I got was Typhus and a single sheet of toilet paper.)
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To: Viking2002; Monorprise
What Than?

HIS chosen comrades thought at school
He must grow a famous man;
He thought the same and lived by rule,
All his twenties crammed with toil;
'What than?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What than?'

Everything he wrote was read,
After certain years he won
Sufficient money for his need,
Friends that have been friends indeed;
'What than?' sang Plato's ghost. ' What than?'

All his happier dreams came true --
A small old house, wife, daughter, son,
Grounds where plum and cabbage grew,
poets and Wits about him drew;
'What than.?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What than?'

The work is done,' grown old he thought,
'According to my boyish plan;
Let the fools rage, I swerved in naught,
Something to perfection brought';
But louder sang that ghost, 'What than?'

William Butler Yeats

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-then/

325 posted on 11/15/2010 5:48:35 PM PST by bcsco
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