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Good Morning, Darksheare ....
Have been hanging out on the other thread again?
So happy that you finally found us! LOL

'Mort aux Chats'

There will be no more cats.
Cats spread infection,
Cats pollute the air,
Cats consume seven times
their own weight in food a week,
Cats were worshipped in
decadent societies (Egypt
and Ancient Rome); the Greeks
had no use for cats. Cats
sit down to pee (our scientists
have proved it). The copulation
of cats is harrowing; they
are unbearably fond of the moon.
Perhaps they are all right in
their own country but their
traditions are alien to ours.
Cats smell, they can't help it,
you notice it going upstairs.
Cats watch too much television,
they can sleep through storms,
they stabbed us in the back
last time. There have never been
any great artists who were cats.
They don't deserve a capital C
except at the beginning of a sentence.
I blame my headaches and my
plants dying on cats.
Our district is full of them,
property values are falling.
When I dream of God I see
a Massacre of Cats. Why
should they insist on their own
language and religion, who
needs to purr to make his point?
Death to all cats! The Rule
of Dogs shall last a thousand years!

-- Peter Porter

Actually, I was down for two days trying to get my joystick to recognise it's own software, or vice versa.
Seems that winows can detect the joystick just fine, but it's own software can't see it.
Makes absolutely no sense to me.
But that's why I've been down for two days and on at random.
*snort*
I just love technology.

I wander the forested trail
stalking leaf covered paths unseen
Haunted by her voice and face
whispered words as from a dream
A drifting shadow in the night
mist outside it's boundary
Back to my halls once more
footfall echo'd darkened corridors
A dark repose is my keep
no quiet refrain in my cursed sleep
Even as I wander paths unseen
the leaf littered forest scene
Her face and voice haunt my dreams
and only I am there to hear my scream