Open Poetry #15 |
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the pub-revisited |
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arthur Senior Member
since 2001-08-14
Posts 678england |
the pub revisted Living life without passion, Not living , nor yet dead. Dull years may pass in this fashion, Awaiting deaths hushed tread. Now is the time for pleasure, Each day may be your last. Enjoy this hard earned leisure Put down an empty glass!! have one for me tracy arthur |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Ah Arthur how beautifully put. I do try to live every day as thought it may be my last. And you can be sure I shall raise a glass to you, in your country. (Hell I'll probably be raising enough glasses for every person on this site!!!) If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? [This message has been edited by Tracey (edited 09-06-2001).] |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Well said Arthur!! (Tracey, lift a pint for me too!) ![]() ~Time has cast a spell on you |
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The Rusty Knight Member
since 2001-08-29
Posts 414Texas |
Arthur, I wish I could take your advice, I for two weeks last year...longest two weeks of my life. well put Death comes not when we cease to breathe, but when we cease to dream. |
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