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To: MEG33

I know how you feel, it was that way last Summer in the Northeast. It was down right miserable, clammy all the time, temps not getting out of the 60s. September was when Summer began.


876 posted on 07/03/2007 6:19:33 AM PDT by Soaring Feather (I Soar 'cause I can....)
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To: Soaring Feather

A Distant Mindscape

Oh dream, dream of things most celestial I say
and travel universes where anything may be
listen to the music of the spheres in Time’s lee
and paint nebula with the colors of creation in play

Put rings around an empty moon, a curving shadow
that becomes a Cheshire grin on a cratered face
and race the stars and dare them to keep your pace
even as you in all fairness, do a giant comet tow

Collect stardust in a ball, roll it around the void a bit
until a new planet you create, and leave to float there
a surprise you can find later, and rework it with care
and see what odd things it has collected in its orbit

Watch galaxies spin in shapes as complex as a dream
and different as individual souls lit from within by grace
and you just begin to understand about your own place
amid this wonder, and who placed you here I’ll deem

Rejoice in mysteries you explore in gentle dreams each night
amazed at the landscape of your inner self so rich and full
where nothing is impossible, and the common is made null
the land of magic within us all, visible to our inner sight


877 posted on 07/03/2007 10:26:10 AM PDT by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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To: Soaring Feather

And for some fun.

Dog drives truck into river...and then the story gets even stranger
AP

(6/23/07 - SAGLE, ID) - Bad dog.

Charlie the black lab drove his owner’s car into the Pend Oreille River.

As Mark Ewing walked home Wednesday evening after returning from picking up a pizza, Charlie jumped into the car through an open window, and apparently knocked the vehicle into gear.

“He somehow got the car into neutral,” Ewing said. “My car just went boom, down an incline and into the drink.”

Ewing could only watch as his Chevy Impala sank into the river. No dummy, Charlie jumped out of the window as the car went downhill.

“There’s nothing weirder than looking at your car cruising down your driveway when you’re not in it and seeing your dog jump out and then watching your car go splash,” Ewing said.

Actually, things got a little weirder when the tow truck driver showed up.

Before the driver dove into the water to hook the car up to his truck, he asked Ewing to hold his dentures.

“My car’s in the drink, I’ve got dentures in my hand and this guy Keith ... goes swimming,” Ewing noted.


878 posted on 07/03/2007 10:33:12 AM PDT by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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