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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!!

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To: Hubert Few who wrote (90819)	12/8/2004 1:12:34 AM
From: Grainne	Read Replies (1) of 108807

I remember when cyber was like The world's freshest most aromatic heather Playing late at night rolling around in it Weren't we the very first? Cutting edge Felt like the sunlit fields of a wholesome healthy Future Every cell alive and blinking Lit up like a holiday tree In a techstorm It was going to last forever And death? No, our words prevailed We were our rhythms Ideas Opinions Posts personified Toasted but unaware The nineties were going by While we driveled moon pie in the New electronic flashing Chocolate heaven When the marshmallows melted They dripped across the dark black Sky of our imagination But it seemed like daylight And now to click on a bright blue name And hear dis-ease Reality End times Decay nibbling at the perimeter A broken barometer Osamater Our children become old Our bodies grow undependable and Stop working one finger one mind One joint at a time That's a pretty big artery Of despair A spot a dot a lump a bump Coming soon to the cinema Inside your mind Or your behind There goes time . . . Leaving softly Cuddling doggie Your head brushes his soft tummy Warm Throw me a bone Tears for beers Morphine derivatives Last beach vacations Meditations in sand Unconditional love Are you gone If your name is still here And how will we know? Now don't get all metaphysical You didn't pass the physical Just like sitting in the snow Getting sleepy lying down, nodding Letting go, drifty, pretty Soft cotton floating rotten I cannot hear you The heather died and blew away This bad poetry makes no sense And the cold won.

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