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 Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 11:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 11:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 11:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 11:50 pm
And atop that lonely lighthouse, the cold wind never ceases
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 11:51 pm
white snowflakes, tears of the pure
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 11:54 pm
His last words, as the raindrops beat against his bloodied body. "I've given all I could, now I may rest. ... tell her, for me... don't cry."
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 12:02 am
Pale sunshine shone upon the wildflowers in the meadow. A warm breeze whispered its way through the leaves. And a young boy sat, staring at the passing clouds.
A smile lingered on his face. Was paradise found? No longer was he isolated. He had the world around him and the skies above him. What he had longed for in his dreams was his.
The persistent scent of machinery and grease faded from his memory.
Forever he lay there, one alone. He could hear the music of the heavens.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 12:05 am
A rich and plentiful feast for the mind. One could only spend a lifetime thinking of how to spend a minute.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 12:07 am
Please do not try to touch the intangible. We thank you for your cooperation.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 12:10 am
And what a grand adventure it was! Nothing could be more thrilling than riding carelessly throughout the land, taking in what was there for the taking.
And even at 7,000 feet, the world, indeed, was his oyster.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 12:14 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 12:16 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 12:17 am
Royal family? Yeah right. So they owned a xylophone.
Everyone knows that real royalty owned harpischords.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 12:18 am
It was ugly. That brown chair he was sitting in.
Writing literally too. For shame. Sentence fragments like he'd forgotten 7th grade English.
And he did too. Remembered the teacher, but no recollection of doing anything in 7th grade english.
*Offer not valid in all states, including the state of denial.
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