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To: E who wrote (442)	1/13/2000 12:18:00 AM
From: Ilaine	Respond to of 485

It's a beautiful poem, and it made me cry. Good night, sweet E.

To: E who wrote (442)	1/13/2000 12:19:00 AM
From: Jorj X Mckie	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 485

ummmmmm........grub

To: E who wrote (442)	1/13/2000 1:00:00 AM
From: The Philosopher	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 485

Speaking of dog poems, do you know Kipling's poem on the dog? I can't quite quote the whole thing, but I know most of it. Edit - found it. The Power of the Dog There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear. Buy a puppy and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot lie- Perfect passion and worship fed By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head. Nevertheless it is hardly fair To risk your heart for a dog to tear. When the fourteen years which Nature permits Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits, And the vet's unspoken prescription runs To lethat chambers or loaded guns, Then you will find - it's your own affair, But...you've given your heart to a dog to tear. When the body that lived at your single will, When the whimper of welcome is stilled (how still), When the spirit that answered your every mood Is gone - wherever it goes - for good, You will discover how much you care, And will give your heart to a dog to tear! We've sorrow enough in the natural way, When it comes to burying Christian clay. Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent. per cent. Though it is not always the case, I believe, That the longer we've kept 'em, the more we do grieve: For when debts are payable, right or wrong, A short-term loan is as bad as a long. So why in Heaven (before we are there!) Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear? Rudyard Kipling

To: E who wrote (442)	1/13/2000 8:55:00 AM
From: lorrie coey	Respond to of 485

"Does anybody remember Laughter?!"...[from LZep 'the song remains the Same'] My Ding-A-Ling-A-Ling by Chuck Berry When I was a little biddy boy My grandma bought me a cute little toy Two Silver bells on a string She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling When I was little boy In Grammar school Always went by the very best rule But Evertime the bell would ring You'd catch me playing with my ding-a-ling Once while climbing the garden wall, Slipped and fell had a terrible fall I fell so hard that I heard birds sing, But I held on to My ding-a-ling Once while swimming cross turtle creek Man them snappers all around my feet Sure was hard swimming cross that thang with both hands holding my dingaling! Now this here song it ain't so bad Prettiest little song that you ever had And those of you who will not sing must be playing with your own Ding-a-ling! Everybody Sing!