Topic: My own "friendship circle"!! - part 4 | |
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Have a great nite everyone!! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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I hope everyone is having a great day! I sure am!!
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I hope everyone is having a great day! I sure am!! ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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I hope everyone is having a great day! I sure am!! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() it's a rainy day ![]() ![]() ![]() in sunny California ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Edited by
Redsoxfan1
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Sun 02/22/09 12:14 PM
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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() it's a rainy day ![]() ![]() ![]() in sunny California ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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well despite popular opinion...
![]() ![]() ![]() it does rain in California ![]() and dang ![]() ![]() the lake levels are very low and also a popular myth of it raining all the time in the Great Northwest and the Sun does shine ![]() where my Mom & Brother live ![]() in Western Washington State too ![]() although you rust there ![]() more than you tan ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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well despite popular opinion... ![]() ![]() ![]() it does rain in California ![]() and dang ![]() ![]() the lake levels are very low and also a popular myth of it raining all the time in the Great Northwest and the Sun does shine ![]() where my Mom & Brother live ![]() in Western Washington State too ![]() although you rust there ![]() more than you tan ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific--and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise-- Silent, upon a peak in Darien. John Keats |
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Edited by
MirrorMirror
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Sun 02/22/09 03:04 PM
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Bright Star Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors-- No--yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever--or else swoon to death. John Keats |
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Bright Star Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors-- No--yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever--or else swoon to death. John Keats ![]() |
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Bright Star Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors-- No--yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever--or else swoon to death. John Keats ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Good for you!! Good luck, (((Lee)))!!
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Good for you!! Good luck, (((Lee)))!! ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Good for you!! Good luck, (((Lee)))!! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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