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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 5, 2005 23:07:30 GMT -6
Verse calls them forth; ‘tis verse that gives Immortal youth to mortal maids.
Walter Savage Landor
Immortal
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Post by Phalon on Mar 5, 2005 23:16:20 GMT -6
Immortal, (I'm more tall), than Joxie, who is shorter than I.
shorter
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 6, 2005 22:46:46 GMT -6
Had Cleopatra’s nose been shorter, the whole face of the world would have changed. Blaise Pascal
world
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Post by Phalon on Mar 6, 2005 23:02:34 GMT -6
Who can turn the world on with her smile? (hey, you want Moore?)
turn
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 6, 2005 23:05:19 GMT -6
I turn my head to sky rains falling, wash the wounds of numbness from my soul. Turn my heart in tides of fierce renewal, where love and rage run whole. Come drink deep. Carolyn McDade
deep
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Post by Phalon on Mar 6, 2005 23:09:26 GMT -6
You did this on porpoise, didn't you? I will not go there, I will not go there.
The Deep, with Jackie Bissett, (sp?). That underwater, treasure hunting movie. I think it had a voodoo chicken leg in it too.
chicken leg.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 6, 2005 23:15:44 GMT -6
Scuse me! Are making comments about my legs? I'll have you know they are nothing like chicken legs...more like Turkey Legs....or Hams even.
Ham
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Post by Phalon on Mar 6, 2005 23:25:06 GMT -6
"Meaty jelly, too, especially when a little salt, which is the case when there's ham, is mellering to the organ." Charles Dickens
uhm.....
meaty
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Post by guru on Mar 7, 2005 4:04:29 GMT -6
There was a beaming confidence in Bob's enormous grin His driver in one meaty fist, the other held his gin Bob focused like a laser beam as he addressed the ball "Why are there three of you? I just need one -- that's all!"
from "Our Bob at the Tee" Rick Martin
fist
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Post by Phalon on Mar 7, 2005 8:02:12 GMT -6
"His energetic fist hould be ready to resist A dictatorial word." Sir William Schwenck Gilbert
dictatorial
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Post by eirene on Mar 7, 2005 15:53:14 GMT -6
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Post by Joxcenia on Mar 7, 2005 20:04:15 GMT -6
The best weapon of a dictatorship is secrecy; the best weapon of a democracy is openness. --Edvard Teller
Secrecy
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Post by Phalon on Mar 8, 2005 0:50:35 GMT -6
"In Nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read." William Shakespeare
nature
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 8, 2005 0:53:13 GMT -6
Nature is a self-made machine, more perfectly automated than any automated machine. To create something in the image of nature is to create a machine, and it was by learning the inner working of nature that man became a builder of machines. Eric Hoffer
automated
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Post by Phalon on Mar 8, 2005 1:08:36 GMT -6
Ah....spring. Each year, this time, the automated - but it is too autographic an image to present here.
autograph
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 8, 2005 1:11:49 GMT -6
Autograph-hunting is the most unattractive manifestation of sex-starved curiosity. Laurence Olivier
uh.... ;D
curiosity
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Post by Phalon on Mar 8, 2005 1:17:38 GMT -6
"Yet these uneasy pleasures and fine pains are for curiosity, and not for life." Emerson
life
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 8, 2005 1:19:32 GMT -6
Love this guy......
Life—that is: continually shedding something that wants to die. Life—that is: being cruel and inexorable against everything about us that is growing old and weak—and not only about us. Life—that is, then: being without reverence for those who are dying, who are wretched, who are ancient? Constantly being a murderer?—And yet old Moses said: “Thou shalt not kill.” Friedrich Nietzsche
kill
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Post by Phalon on Mar 8, 2005 1:23:05 GMT -6
"Ah, yes! I wrote the 'Purple Cow' - I'm sorry, now, I wrote it! But I can tell you anyhow, I'll kill you if you quote it!" Gelett Burgess
cow
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 8, 2005 1:24:34 GMT -6
The cow is of the bovine ilk; One end is moo, the other, milk. Ogden Nash
milk
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Post by Phalon on Mar 8, 2005 1:34:04 GMT -6
"Truth, Sir, is a cow, which will yield such people, (skeptics), no more milk, and so they are gone to milk the bull." Samuel Johnson
bull
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 8, 2005 1:36:44 GMT -6
John Bull has gone to India And all must pay him heed For histories are there to prove That none of another breed Has had a like inheritance, Or sucked suck milk as he.... ATTRIBUTION: William Butler
breed
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Post by Phalon on Mar 8, 2005 1:43:04 GMT -6
Birds build - but not I build; no, but strain, Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes. Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.
Horace
strain
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 8, 2005 8:27:23 GMT -6
Words strain, Crack and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish, Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, Will not stay still.
T.S. Eliot
tension
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Post by Joxcenia on Mar 8, 2005 19:12:46 GMT -6
Headache
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 8, 2005 19:40:31 GMT -6
LMAO...good one Jox
Small children give you headache; big children heartache.
Russian Proverb
heartache
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Post by Joxcenia on Mar 8, 2005 19:50:06 GMT -6
Forget
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 8, 2005 23:28:40 GMT -6
I would forget it fain, But O, it presses to my memory Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners’ minds.
William Shakespeare
presses
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Post by Phalon on Mar 9, 2005 9:13:21 GMT -6
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. Press close bare-bosom'd night - Press close magnetic nourishing night! Night of south winds - night of the 'arge few stars! Still nodding night - mad naked summer night.
Walt Whitman
close
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Post by Joxcenia on Mar 9, 2005 16:39:07 GMT -6
body
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