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Posted on 12/31/2004 12:18:31 AM PST by JustAmy
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Hi everyone! Here are the celebrations for the next few days.
Dec. 31, 2004:
New Year's Eve
New Year's Resolutions
Make Up Your Mind Day
Champagne Day
Jan. 1, 2005:
New Year
Bad Hangover Day
Universal Hour Of Peace
Daydreamers' Day
Solemnity Of Mary
Bloody Mary Day
New Year (Japan)
Jan. 2, 2005:
Science Fiction Day
Get Over It Day
Thank you so much for the beautiful poem and graphic!
Good morning! I hope you are doing well. Happy New Year!
Howdy over here day!
Happy, Blessed and Joyous New Year's Eve!
Stay warm and safe.
Mornin', everybody ! Happy Friday! TGIF!
Happy New Year's!! In appx. 13 hours!
Have a cup while you Freep !
Happy New Year's Eve FRiends!!! I'm off to the grocery store to buy collard greens and black eye peas for our traditional Southern New Year's Day meal.
Tonight, I'll be at the Peach Bowl cheering for either the Hurricanes or Gators. I'm leaning towards cheering for the Hurricanes, because that's a cool drink. hehehe And, I've heard gators taste like chicken, so I don't want to cheer for a chicken team. But I could possibly be persuaded to change my mind. It's been known to happen.
So! Which team gets your vote? Anyone care? Anyone? Anyone?
I AM A ROCK
(Simon & Garfunkel)A winter’s day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don’t talk of love,
But I’ve heard the words before;
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
I'm sittin in the railway station
Got a ticket for my destination um hm
In a Simon & Garfunkel mood, I guess .....The Boxer
(Simon & Garfunkel)I am just a poor boy and my story’s seldom told
I’ve squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmmmm
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin’ scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Li la li...
Asking only workman’s wages, I come lookin’ for a job, but I get no offers
Just a comeon from the whores on 7th avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin’ even me
I am older than I once was, and younger than I’ll be, that’s not unusual
No it isn’t strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same
Li la li...
And I’m laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin’ home
Where the new york city winters aren’t bleedin’ me, leadin’ me to go home
In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
’til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains
Yes he still remains
Li la li...
Homeward BoundI’m sittin’ in the railway station
Got a ticket for my destination
On a tour of one night stands
My suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned
For a poet and a one man band
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home, where my thought’s escaping
Home, where my music’s playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Everyday’s an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines
And each town looks the same to me
The movies and the factories
And every stranger’s face I see
Reminds me that I long to be
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home, where my thought’s escaping
Home, where my music’s playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Tonight I’ll sing my songs again
I’ll play the game and pretend
But all my words come back to me
In shades of mediocrity
Like emptyness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home, where my thought’s escaping
Home, where my music’s playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Silently for me
Silently for me
Sorry I didn't make it, guys. I got up really late today. I tried to post, but it wouldn't take any more replies. RIP Zot thread.
Happy New Year, Billie.
Go for the Hurricanes. Just not too many. All reptiles taste like chicken. If you want to eat things from underwater, go for a steamed lobster tail:)
Happy New Year, Amy:)
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