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To: SI Bob who wrote (863)	6/19/2000 3:04:00 PM
From: mr.mark	Respond to of 1576

i'll look for you in old honolulu, san francisco, ashtabula, you're gonna have to leave me now, i know. but i'll see you in the sky above, in the tall grass, in the ones i love, you're gonna make me lonesome when you go. - bob dylan *********************** ring them bells, ye heathen from the city that dreams, ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams, for they're deep and they're wide and the world's on its side and time is running backwards and so is the bride - bob dylan bobdylan.com

To: SI Bob who wrote (863)	6/19/2000 3:06:00 PM
From: Neocon	Respond to of 1576

From The Holy Sonnets/John Donne X Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee. From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie. Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well, And better than thy stroake; why swell'st thou then? One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die. XI