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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. We took a drink And a drag from our cigarettes For having which he had put me At the head of line There was the gate Just like the Bible and storybooks In truth I never expected him an Irishman Though of course he didn’t seem to mind We filled the ethereal air With clouds of smoke While those myriads before us Made spectacular scenes and whined No fear Me Boy While I’m in charge of the toll Those sissies will never get in . |
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INclan Senior Member
since 1999-07-20
Posts 1024Indiana, USA |
I read this several times, not sure how to respond. I think I will just say that I find your inspiration an interesting read. I did enjoy it. INclan |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Well, I never thought him an Irishman, either. But it rings true, the comment about the whiners. And it made me smile, the going to the head of the line. Maybe I should request burial with whiskey and a couple of cigars, just in case.  Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
clever, extremely clever |
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