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Subject: RE: BS: A Poem From: Georgiansilver Date: 30 Nov 05 - 04:15 PM Down past The Old Hall, Along by the stream. That's where I go when I'm wanting to dream. Lying in meadowgrass, Eyes to the sky. Watching the insects all fluttering by. Running my fingers, Through meadowgrass cool. Sleeping the afternoon Down by the pool. Dreaming of better days, There whilst I nod. Knowing I'm loved by A wonderful God. |
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Subject: RE: BS: A Poem From: *daylia* Date: 30 Nov 05 - 11:18 AM ah ... thanks Jeri |
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Subject: RE: BS: A Poem From: Jeri Date: 30 Nov 05 - 11:08 AM "Eloi, Eloi, lamma sabacthani?" = "My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?" |
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Subject: RE: BS: A Poem From: *daylia* Date: 30 Nov 05 - 10:58 AM what is lamma sabacthani? |
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Subject: RE: BS: A Poem From: Dave Hanson Date: 30 Nov 05 - 10:55 AM Thanks for sharing. eric |
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Subject: BS: A Poem From: GUEST,Soma Date: 30 Nov 05 - 10:29 AM I am neither the light nor the way Though I did weep I am neither the light nor the way Though I rapped the stone in paper I am neither the light nor the way Just another spear-carrier Eloi, Eloi, lamma sabacthani? |