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PostSubject: this one is untitled   Mon Feb 18, 2013 12:00 am

Demons arise out of the darkness
Is it hell from whence they came
or our own places within the mind?
Angels exist or so I am told
Do they come from heaven, I believe not
I believe they are from places in the heart
These are my thoughts and nothing more
The question is, then what thoughts are yours?
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PostSubject: Re: this one is untitled   Tue Feb 19, 2013 7:04 am


I love you

And when we grow old I will find two chairs, and set them close each day. That you and I - in quiet joy - will rock the world away....

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PostSubject: Re: this one is untitled   Mon Mar 04, 2013 1:34 pm

All the World's a Stage by William Shakespeare
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
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