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Posted by Drunken Dave's Ugly Stepsister And when they all were seated, And then I heard them lift a box, As all the heavens were a bell, Far too drunk to get the deep meaning...so all the fek I can say is Slainte!
on 5/20/2005, 7:16 pm, in reply to "The End"
Emily Dickinson once wrote..
"I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll
And being, but an ear,
And I and Silence some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here."
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