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  • E El Corazon

    Marc Clifton wrote:

    And the circle gets smaller and smaller, until one day, you realize you're the only one left in the room, and you can't get out.

    Dividing Words.... (March 2001) When I was young and full of life My family showed me a city full And forests filled with life too The world was a very large place With so very many people in it And I cheered for the knowledge. But when I entered school Through the jeers and names and snide comments on my size I heard near every day... I learned that I was different And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. At sixteen years of life grown While visiting one of my friends His sister brought a boy home One that was unacceptable For he was more like me than them On that day I learned my friend was black And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. At nineteen at a university I heard a speech of fire and brimstone The words stung full of pain Calling married people sinners Without noticing the rings. Until the words turned on me For "socializing" with "others" I was damned for all time.... The words he called my friends. They stung like undying wasps And the pain did not end When the words were done. Until that day I never noticed The slant of an eye or What a turban meant. And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. At twenty I tried to describe a sound The echo of a helicopter in flight So majestic, so calm, so even The gentle "Thwop" of the blades As they cut the air to defy gravity But my teacher, whom I admired, Heard another word.... He was second generation American But born of Italian blood. I had not even known of that... "Word"... until that day. And the word hurt me Because he thought I said it. And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. ...

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    Marc Clifton
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    Thanks for posting that. I will share it with some people I know. :rose: Marc

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      Pete O'Hanlon wrote:

      "Should I stay or should I go?"

      Nooooooooooooo! You are SO evil! Marc

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      Pete OHanlon
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      I had that bloody song running through my head all day - it's only fair that I spread the pain. ;)

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        I'd try to keep the less moderate people around by accepting that we disagree and on whatever it is and find more interesting things to keep us busy. It gets dull discussing, even in a civil manner, the same old points. That or I'd break wind and know that those still around at least have a sense of humor.

        A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects. - -Lazarus Long

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        Marc Clifton
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        Chris Austin wrote:

        I'd try to keep the less moderate people around by accepting that we disagree and on whatever it is and find more interesting things to keep us busy.

        Well put! Marc

        Thyme In The Country Interacx My Blog

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          I had that bloody song running through my head all day - it's only fair that I spread the pain. ;)

          Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.

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          Chris Meech
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          Speaking of pain, Kung Foo Fighting. :)

          Chris Meech I am Canadian. [heard in a local bar] In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. In practice there is. [Yogi Berra] Donate to help Conquer Cancer[^]

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          • E El Corazon

            Marc Clifton wrote:

            And the circle gets smaller and smaller, until one day, you realize you're the only one left in the room, and you can't get out.

            Dividing Words.... (March 2001) When I was young and full of life My family showed me a city full And forests filled with life too The world was a very large place With so very many people in it And I cheered for the knowledge. But when I entered school Through the jeers and names and snide comments on my size I heard near every day... I learned that I was different And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. At sixteen years of life grown While visiting one of my friends His sister brought a boy home One that was unacceptable For he was more like me than them On that day I learned my friend was black And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. At nineteen at a university I heard a speech of fire and brimstone The words stung full of pain Calling married people sinners Without noticing the rings. Until the words turned on me For "socializing" with "others" I was damned for all time.... The words he called my friends. They stung like undying wasps And the pain did not end When the words were done. Until that day I never noticed The slant of an eye or What a turban meant. And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. At twenty I tried to describe a sound The echo of a helicopter in flight So majestic, so calm, so even The gentle "Thwop" of the blades As they cut the air to defy gravity But my teacher, whom I admired, Heard another word.... He was second generation American But born of Italian blood. I had not even known of that... "Word"... until that day. And the word hurt me Because he thought I said it. And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. ...

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            Pete OHanlon
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            Very nice. Very nice indeed.:cool:

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            • E El Corazon

              Marc Clifton wrote:

              And the circle gets smaller and smaller, until one day, you realize you're the only one left in the room, and you can't get out.

              Dividing Words.... (March 2001) When I was young and full of life My family showed me a city full And forests filled with life too The world was a very large place With so very many people in it And I cheered for the knowledge. But when I entered school Through the jeers and names and snide comments on my size I heard near every day... I learned that I was different And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. At sixteen years of life grown While visiting one of my friends His sister brought a boy home One that was unacceptable For he was more like me than them On that day I learned my friend was black And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. At nineteen at a university I heard a speech of fire and brimstone The words stung full of pain Calling married people sinners Without noticing the rings. Until the words turned on me For "socializing" with "others" I was damned for all time.... The words he called my friends. They stung like undying wasps And the pain did not end When the words were done. Until that day I never noticed The slant of an eye or What a turban meant. And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. At twenty I tried to describe a sound The echo of a helicopter in flight So majestic, so calm, so even The gentle "Thwop" of the blades As they cut the air to defy gravity But my teacher, whom I admired, Heard another word.... He was second generation American But born of Italian blood. I had not even known of that... "Word"... until that day. And the word hurt me Because he thought I said it. And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. ...

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              Dan Neely
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              Talk about a sheltered life. :rolleyes:

              You know, every time I tried to win a bar-bet about being able to count to 1000 using my fingers I always got punched out when I reached 4.... -- El Corazon

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                Thanks for posting that. I will share it with some people I know. :rose: Marc

                Thyme In The Country Interacx My Blog

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                El Corazon
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                Marc Clifton wrote:

                I will share it with some people I know.

                oh great! Now I just created more spam! just don't put on it: please send to everyone you know! ;)

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                  Speaking of pain, Kung Foo Fighting. :)

                  Chris Meech I am Canadian. [heard in a local bar] In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. In practice there is. [Yogi Berra] Donate to help Conquer Cancer[^]

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                  Pete OHanlon
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                  Chris Meech wrote:

                  Speaking of pain, Kung Foo Fighting

                  Nooooooo - you b4st4rd. :laugh: I can only reply: Y M C AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..

                  Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.

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                  • E El Corazon

                    Marc Clifton wrote:

                    I will share it with some people I know.

                    oh great! Now I just created more spam! just don't put on it: please send to everyone you know! ;)

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                    El Corazon wrote:

                    oh great! Now I just created more spam!

                    Nah, I meant, I'm going to kill a tree and print it out and share it with a couple people that actually don't even use computers. I actually don't send things of that nature by email, oddly enough. It goes against the grain. :) Marc

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                      El Corazon wrote:

                      oh great! Now I just created more spam!

                      Nah, I meant, I'm going to kill a tree and print it out and share it with a couple people that actually don't even use computers. I actually don't send things of that nature by email, oddly enough. It goes against the grain. :) Marc

                      Thyme In The Country Interacx My Blog

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                      Pete OHanlon
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                      Marc Clifton wrote:

                      I actually don't send things of that nature by email, oddly enough.

                      What - you don't actually mean you know people in a real community? Dear god - that's unnatural. Next you'll be telling us you have a life.

                      Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.

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                        Marc Clifton wrote:

                        I actually don't send things of that nature by email, oddly enough.

                        What - you don't actually mean you know people in a real community? Dear god - that's unnatural. Next you'll be telling us you have a life.

                        Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.

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                        Marc Clifton
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                        Pete O'Hanlon wrote:

                        you don't actually mean you know people in a real community?

                        When one has a child, one is occasionally forced to interact (you know, I can't type that word with a 't' at the end anymore) with people in the flesh. ;P Marc

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                          Pete O'Hanlon wrote:

                          you don't actually mean you know people in a real community?

                          When one has a child, one is occasionally forced to interact (you know, I can't type that word with a 't' at the end anymore) with people in the flesh. ;P Marc

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                          Marc Clifton wrote:

                          When one has a child, one is occasionally forced to interact (you know, I can't type that word with a 't' at the end anymore) with people in the flesh.

                          I have two. I find that a surly demeanour and occassionally biting the head off one of the other parents helps me to maintain my reputation of approachable friendliness. Hey - I'm just as nice in real life as I am here.

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                            Chris Meech wrote:

                            Speaking of pain, Kung Foo Fighting

                            Nooooooo - you b4st4rd. :laugh: I can only reply: Y M C AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..

                            Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.

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                            El Corazon
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                            okay, that does it... I'm breaking up this fight... me and my pet dragon... His name is Puff and he lives by the sea... you may have heard of him? Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee,

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                            • E El Corazon

                              Marc Clifton wrote:

                              And the circle gets smaller and smaller, until one day, you realize you're the only one left in the room, and you can't get out.

                              Dividing Words.... (March 2001) When I was young and full of life My family showed me a city full And forests filled with life too The world was a very large place With so very many people in it And I cheered for the knowledge. But when I entered school Through the jeers and names and snide comments on my size I heard near every day... I learned that I was different And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. At sixteen years of life grown While visiting one of my friends His sister brought a boy home One that was unacceptable For he was more like me than them On that day I learned my friend was black And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. At nineteen at a university I heard a speech of fire and brimstone The words stung full of pain Calling married people sinners Without noticing the rings. Until the words turned on me For "socializing" with "others" I was damned for all time.... The words he called my friends. They stung like undying wasps And the pain did not end When the words were done. Until that day I never noticed The slant of an eye or What a turban meant. And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. At twenty I tried to describe a sound The echo of a helicopter in flight So majestic, so calm, so even The gentle "Thwop" of the blades As they cut the air to defy gravity But my teacher, whom I admired, Heard another word.... He was second generation American But born of Italian blood. I had not even known of that... "Word"... until that day. And the word hurt me Because he thought I said it. And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. ...

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                              Chris Austin
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                              Wow, very nice. I've always admired people who can capture their emotions and thoughts in an eloquent manner.

                              A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects. - -Lazarus Long

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                              • E El Corazon

                                okay, that does it... I'm breaking up this fight... me and my pet dragon... His name is Puff and he lives by the sea... you may have heard of him? Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee,

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                                t7bros
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                                (because I have to make everything worse): Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna turn around And hurt you ;P Feel free to hate me now :)

                                Have faith in yourself; amateurs built the Ark, professionals built the Titanic.

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                                  Marc Clifton wrote:

                                  When one has a child, one is occasionally forced to interact (you know, I can't type that word with a 't' at the end anymore) with people in the flesh.

                                  I have two. I find that a surly demeanour and occassionally biting the head off one of the other parents helps me to maintain my reputation of approachable friendliness. Hey - I'm just as nice in real life as I am here.

                                  Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.

                                  My blog | My articles

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                                  El Corazon
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                                  Pete O'Hanlon wrote:

                                  Hey - I'm just as nice in real life as I am here.

                                  I am nicer. Though my team would disagree. To them I am an aging sour puss with a personal grudge against mutexes. :laugh:

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                                    (because I have to make everything worse): Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna turn around And hurt you ;P Feel free to hate me now :)

                                    Have faith in yourself; amateurs built the Ark, professionals built the Titanic.

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                                    El Corazon
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                                    t7bros wrote:

                                    Feel free to hate me now

                                    naw, we're all "Dust in the wind" you know. ;P

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                                      (because I have to make everything worse): Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna turn around And hurt you ;P Feel free to hate me now :)

                                      Have faith in yourself; amateurs built the Ark, professionals built the Titanic.

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                                      El Corazon
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                                      t7bros wrote:

                                      Never gonna give you up

                                      Muppets don't want to hurt you either[^]

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                                        Speaking of pain, Kung Foo Fighting. :)

                                        Chris Meech I am Canadian. [heard in a local bar] In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. In practice there is. [Yogi Berra] Donate to help Conquer Cancer[^]

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                                        Mustafa Ismail Mustafa
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                                        Grrrrr :mad: Stuck in my head now! :)

                                        "Every time Lotus Notes starts up, somewhere a puppy, a kitten, a lamb, and a baby seal are killed. Lotus Notes is a conspiracy by the forces of Satan to drive us over the brink into madness. The CRC-32 for each file in the installation includes the numbers 666." Gary Wheeler "You're an idiot." John Simmons, THE Outlaw programmer "I realised that all of my best anecdotes started with "So there we were, pissed". Pete O'Hanlon

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                                        • E El Corazon

                                          okay, that does it... I'm breaking up this fight... me and my pet dragon... His name is Puff and he lives by the sea... you may have heard of him? Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee,

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                                          Chris Meech
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                                          Kumbiya.

                                          Chris Meech I am Canadian. [heard in a local bar] In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. In practice there is. [Yogi Berra] Donate to help Conquer Cancer[^]

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