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Jun 9, 2004 18:49:27 GMT
Post by brillo69 on Jun 9, 2004 18:49:27 GMT
See her face shine in the moonlight Soft as silk and white as cream, Silently I watch her slumber--gently kiss her cheek, Then I lay my weary head beside hers--close my eyes and dream. In the morning she'll awake-- Cast off the night and shine like summer, As she dances all about me she sparkles like a stream, Her hair is full of meadowsweet--she's wrapped in leafy green. On bended knee before you with tears in my eyes, I pledge that till my dying day my sword is on your side-- Forever on your side. And I love you more than life-- I swear that you mean everything to me, Everything I'd sacrifice-- If my lady you would favour me. Far brighter than the stars your smile, You hold the richest sunset in those eyes, Fear not lady I'll defend you, In your cause lay down my life. Of all the things worth dying for-- None sweeter have I seen, Than the rose that is my sweet, In her cloak of leafy green. Moongleam & Meadowsweet. From the Album 'SkyClad' by 'SkyClad' All other work copyright© P R Bowlzer. Now who's plagiarising? ;D
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Jun 9, 2004 19:01:27 GMT
Post by Adey on Jun 9, 2004 19:01:27 GMT
Sorry, I have come late here and am leaving thoroughly bewildered. What has happened? Ah, well... see what happens when I leave and you men get into a tangle... Hi, welcome back. Yes a lot does seem to have happened since you last passed this way. But it's all really quite simple.. The one that I thought was two turned out to be three. The one who was one and one other one who was also one, turned out to be two. The first three wrote about a fourth and the first one who is now half of two thought it was about the other one who is now the other half of two - there was a kerfuffle but all five are now in sync. Got it?
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Jun 9, 2004 19:04:51 GMT
Post by Adey on Jun 9, 2004 19:04:51 GMT
Oh, and then Paul apparently 'borrowed' a poem which I'm sure he intended to return.
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Jun 9, 2004 19:07:13 GMT
Post by brillo69 on Jun 9, 2004 19:07:13 GMT
Oh, and then Paul apparently 'borrowed' a poem which I'm sure he intended to return. I credited the source.
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Jun 9, 2004 19:10:12 GMT
Post by Adey on Jun 9, 2004 19:10:12 GMT
I know you did
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Jun 9, 2004 19:12:28 GMT
Post by brillo69 on Jun 9, 2004 19:12:28 GMT
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Jun 9, 2004 19:27:13 GMT
Post by Xanadu on Jun 9, 2004 19:27:13 GMT
Hi, welcome back. Yes a lot does seem to have happened since you last passed this way. But it's all really quite simple.. The one that I thought was two turned out to be three. The one who was one and one other one who was also one, turned out to be two. The first three wrote about a fourth and the first one who is now half of two thought it was about the other one who is now the other half of two - there was kerfuffle but all five are now in sync. Got it? I think I follow... and what part do you think I play, if any?
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Jun 9, 2004 19:30:20 GMT
Post by Xanadu on Jun 9, 2004 19:30:20 GMT
Kerfuffle.... that's a great word.
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Jun 9, 2004 19:32:37 GMT
Post by Adey on Jun 9, 2004 19:32:37 GMT
I think I follow... and what part do you think I play, if any? Oh God, please no more revelations! I'm only just hanging on by my fingernails as it is..
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Jun 9, 2004 20:06:23 GMT
Post by Xanadu on Jun 9, 2004 20:06:23 GMT
Oh God, please no more revelations! I'm only just hanging on by my fingernails as it is.. ;D J/K ;D I just thought I could be part of the "kerfuffle." I suppose only one of the five parties knows all the players.
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Jun 9, 2004 20:32:39 GMT
Post by Iago on Jun 9, 2004 20:32:39 GMT
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Jun 9, 2004 22:45:57 GMT
Post by Iago on Jun 9, 2004 22:45:57 GMT
I Was Ten
Chrisp white linen bedsheets the canvas for my dreams I'd lay awake and wonder what tommorrow brings
The sweet-oil lanterns flickered painting dancers on the wall the darker shades of evening are some things that I recall Wafting from the kitchen was the smell of sassafras it mingled with the redolence of fresh-mown dew soaked grass
I know those days are over but the memory is so clear the love and warmth of family are things I hold most dear.
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Jun 10, 2004 0:52:57 GMT
Post by brillo69 on Jun 10, 2004 0:52:57 GMT
On a cold and frosty november morn, I rose from my bed early to watch the dawn. I watched the sun rise above the hills, and I saw something that give me a chill. At the top of the garden what did I see? The site of someone who made me spill my tea. I wiped the frost from the glass so I could see clearer, And I called out to her "Would you like a tequila?". She said; "Yes I would like that, thanks very much. And when we've had this do you fancy a ...walk?" So we drank our tequilas and then we took a stroll, And we went in the woods and fell down a hole. I said; "Oh my god what the hells going on?, If we don't get out we're gonna be done." "Fear not" She said, "We're gonna get out, Just open your lungs and let out a shout." So we shouted out at the top of our lungs, And a swarm of wasps came and I got stung. "Holy shit, now I'm really pissed, I didn't ask for any of this" Three hours later we got out of the hole, And then I got attacked by a 6 foot mole. "What the?" I said "this can't be real", "Stop moaning" she said "it's no big deal." "what do you mean? things are getting very queer, I think there may have been something in the tequila". " you're paranoid" she whispered in my ear, "You're not in the woods, you're right here." She was right, there I was with her in my room, Geez, I really must lay off those magic mushrooms.
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Jun 10, 2004 1:32:50 GMT
Post by Iago on Jun 10, 2004 1:32:50 GMT
On a cold and frosty november morn, Another little baby child is born - in the Ghetto..Comin' fo to caring me home...Comin fo to carry me home
Swing low, sweet char - i - ot Sorry
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Jun 10, 2004 1:38:48 GMT
Post by brillo69 on Jun 10, 2004 1:38:48 GMT
;D I actually found that quite funny Iago. Touche ;D
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