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Mar 20 12, 08:49
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With deep thought, one may turn a fine phrase. Flippant words merely leave a malaise in the mind and the gut or the memory; but good locutions live well past our days.
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Mar 20 12, 11:25
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ELECTRONIC MEDIA ?
electrocutions live well past their days to coin a rather jolly apt phrase that's when some bright spark turns into a quark imprinting on us, in so many ways
Alan
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Mar 20 12, 14:33
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Come sprinting at us; come in waves, and we'll see who's afraid, who is brave! Will your lines fade away? Will your strong flee, or stay to do battle with us? ..... BURMA-SHAVE
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Mar 21 12, 00:44
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Due to stubble, we used Burma-Shave. Both the hirsute and balding would lave head or face with that cream. Razors slid like a dream 'cross the surface, convex or concave.
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Mar 21 12, 08:58
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Crises serve but to vex you; you cave in, collapse in a heap? Oh, be brave! Let the waves of pain roll o'er your body and soul; you'll have grown with the grace that He gave.
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Mar 21 12, 10:29
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you may well groan at the grace that he said while looking at fishes and mouldy bread but it's all in the mind amongst great kin and kind the company, and food, went to your head
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Mar 21 12, 12:00
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Food and drink always goes to your head, at least first; through the hole where you're fed. Thus, we grow by His grace then we're gone without trace leaving naught but our deeds when we're dead.
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Mar 23 12, 08:12
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When we're dead, we care not for the deed or possessions and things which we cede to those we leave behind. They'll have axes to grind; while our eternal fate we must plead.
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Mar 24 12, 01:57
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If for eternal fate we must plead best start early, acquire a lead for life's deeds take the blame so stay out of the frame from all effects of conscience be freed
Alan
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Mar 25 12, 14:37
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Freed from conscience has adverse effects. The decisions we make may perplex those who would complicate other's lives; obfuscate the true reasons for yokes on our necks
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Mar 25 12, 14:47
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the true reasons for jokes re our necks is your longing for giraffe-like sex for lacking a gross voice we purr, like Rolls-Royce unlike that tyrannosaurus rex
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Mar 25 12, 16:29
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I'm not sure what your T-Rex is like, but I hope you're not riding a bike when you've left your giraffe and he throws you a gaff with his claws. You'll be taking some hike!!
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Mar 26 12, 08:16
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Take a hike and you'll likely be 'et by the tyrannosaurus you've met while out viewing giraffes who can throw fishing gaffs. Tell me, is Lewis Carroll here yet?
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Mar 26 12, 08:19
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Lewis Carroll would never hear, and yet he was partial to girlies, you bet, he treated dear alice with absence of malice and with his mind on "higher things" set ....
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Mar 26 12, 10:56
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Higher things on his mind? Why the hole? Alice should have used more self control than to chase a white hare or to follow it there. What did Lewis smoke in his pipe bowl?
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Mar 26 12, 13:00
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Lewis Carroll is with Alice, below >>> what they're doing I really don't know. His giraffe is now limp, if it changes, I thimp before long, we may see something show!
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Mar 26 12, 17:57
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Before long, we may see a great show how I know that I really don't know but some witches are here Mrs McBeth says "Dear, a crown on your head won't just grow !"
Alan
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Mar 27 12, 00:30
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Those witches were doing a dance, stepping lively with strut-swagger-prance while their pot boiled and bubbled and their chins, slightly stubbled, wagged to music imported from France.
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Mar 27 12, 00:35
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Heads which grew their own crowns would be sweet for none would be compelled to compete to be best. Each would be treated as royalty and their egos would then be replete.
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Mar 27 12, 05:14
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At last, ego's completely replete, in my head, I now stand on my feet the whole world's upside down regards me with a frown which on the whole I think is quite sweet !
Alan
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