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    07 Aug '15 17:42
    In lands I never saw they say
    Immortal Alps look down
    Whose Bonnets touch the firmament
    Whose Sandals touch the town
    Meek at whose everlasting feet
    A Myriad Daisy play
    Which, Sir, are you and which am I
    Upon an August day?

    Emily Dickinson
  2. Standard memberAgerg
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    07 Aug '15 21:281 edit
    Originally posted by divegeester
    In lands I never saw they say
    Immortal Alps look down
    Whose Bonnets touch the firmament
    Whose Sandals touch the town
    Meek at whose everlasting feet
    A Myriad Daisy play
    Which, Sir, are you and which am I
    Upon an August day?

    Emily Dickinson
    Perpetually blunt.
    He continues to hunt,
    For for the same stuff to shunt.
    To the spirituality forum front.

    The poster bearing brunt
    Of this "anti-August" stunt
    Is the forum grunt
    Who's a bit of a ... Reveal Hidden Content
    runt



    To whom do I refer? 🙂
  3. Standard memberAgerg
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    07 Aug '15 23:141 edit
    Originally posted by Agerg
    Perpetually blunt.
    He continues to hunt,
    For for the same stuff to shunt.
    To the spirituality forum front.

    The poster bearing brunt
    Of this "anti-August" stunt
    Is the forum grunt
    Who's a bit of a ... [hidden]runt[/hidden]


    To whom do I refer? 🙂
    Didn't mean to imply I was referring to divegeester btw ... I wasn't
  4. Joined
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    07 Aug '15 23:39
    Originally posted by divegeester
    In lands I never saw they say
    Immortal Alps look down
    Whose Bonnets touch the firmament
    Whose Sandals touch the town
    Meek at whose everlasting feet
    A Myriad Daisy play
    Which, Sir, are you and which am I
    Upon an August day?

    Emily Dickinson
    But helpless pieces in the game He plays
    Upon this chequer-board of Nights and Days
    He hither and thither moves, and checks ... and slays
    Then one by one, back in the Closet lays

    "The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ,
    Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
    Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
    Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it."

    Omar Khayyam
  5. Joined
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    08 Aug '15 07:32
    Originally posted by Agerg
    Didn't mean to imply I was referring to divegeester btw ... I wasn't
    I know 😉
  6. Standard memberredbadger
    Suzzie says Badger
    is Racist Bastard
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    08 Aug '15 09:551 edit
    Originally posted by Agerg
    Perpetually blunt.
    He continues to hunt,
    For for the same stuff to shunt.
    To the spirituality forum front.

    The poster bearing brunt
    Of this "anti-August" stunt
    Is the forum grunt
    Who's a bit of a ... [hidden]runt[/hidden]


    To whom do I refer? 🙂
    well it sounds like that Dive Twat
  7. Joined
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    09 Aug '15 05:19
    So much for KellyJay's August love-in

    😵
  8. Hmmm . . .
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    10 Aug '15 17:241 edit
    When All Our Words Have Been Turned

    When all our word have been turned and turned
    like flowers tossed in a stormy breeze
    till wind-burnt and bruised, bereft
    of the brightness we once beheld in them
    when first we set them out in the sun,
    I sit in silence and consider
    how the hummingbirds dart in bee-balm
    without debate or invitation,
    having borne themselves on many winds,
    turned and turned, until turning
    into this corner of my garden
    to dance and mate the summer season,
    mocking without intention
    our laborious chains of reason.
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