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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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Creation Disaster forms an order, From firmament and water, In this soup grows myriad spawn And from this soup I was born. Change the sculptor of the lot, Change the magic of whatnot, Fosters life in many ways, As centuries move like days. We, a wink, a flotsam dot, Living for, I know not what, Waits an answer of a sort, Before we to are sought. It matters not how we feel, It matters not how we deal, Only the change of order, Drinks this disaster's water. It really makes no difference friend, The end, is the end, is the end. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
....et C'est la Vie....  |
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Sue Member
since 1999-08-04
Posts 383France |
"It really makes no difference friend, The end, is the end, is the end." So true - great poem. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
To Nan and Sue bless the both of you. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Sy, would that have been alphabet soup you were born from? |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
How did you know???? thanks again |
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