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To: 10K a day who wrote (7041)	1/27/2001 1:08:31 AM
From: HG	Respond to of 13020

People tell me its a crime To feel too much at any one time All it cost me was a dime but I still believe he was my twin He was born in spring, but I was born too late Blame it on a simple twist of fate - Joan Baez <simple twist of fate>

To: 10K a day who wrote (7041)	1/28/2001 6:19:08 AM
From: HG	Respond to of 13020

Happy B'day Impristine Here's wishing you the bluest sky And hoping something better comes tomorrow Hoping all the verses rhyme, And the very best of choruses to Follow all the doubt and sadness I know that better things are on their way. Here's hoping all the days ahead Won't be as bitter as the ones behind you Be an optimist instead, And somehow happiness will find you. Forget what happened yesterday, I know that better things are on their way. It's really good to see you rocking out And having fun, Living like you just begun. Accept your life and what it brings. I hope tomorrow you'll find better things. I know tomorrow you'll find better things. Here's wishing you the bluest sky And hoping something better comes tomorrow Hoping all the verses rhyme, And the very best of choruses to Follow all the drudge and sadness I know that better things are on their way. I know you've got a lot of good things happening up ahead. The past is gone, it's all been said. So here's to what the future brings, I know tomorrow you'll find better things. I know tomorrow you'll find better things. . . . Many Happy Returns of the Day* . . . Why is it that as we grow older and stronger The road signs point us adrift and make us afraid Saying "You never can win," "Watch your back," "Where's your husband?," I don't like the signs that the signmakers made. So I'm going to steal out with my paint and brushes I'll change the directions, I'll hit every street It's the Tinseltown scandal, the Robin Hood vandal She goes out and steals the King's English And in the morning you wake up and the signs point to you They say "I'm so glad that you finally made it here," "You thought nobody cared, but I did, I could tell," And "This is your year," and "It always starts here," And oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh, "You're aging well." Well I know a woman with a collection of sticks She could fight back the hundreds of voices she heard And she could poke at the greed, she could fend off her need And with anger she found she could pound every word. But one voice got through, caught her up by surprise It said, "Don't hold us back we're the story you tell," And no sooner than spoken, a spell had been broken And the voices before her were trumpets and tympani Violins, basses and woodwinds and cellos, singing "We're so glad that you finally made it here You thought nobody cared, but we did, we could tell And now you'll dance through the days while the orchestra plays And oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh, you're aging well." Now when I was fifteen, oh I knew it was over The road to enchantment was not mine to take Cause lower calf, upper arm should be half what they are I was breaking the laws that the signmakers made. And all I could eat was the poisonous apple And that's not a story I was meant to survive I was all out of choices, but the woman of voices She turned round the corner with music around her, She gave me the language that keeps me alive, she said: "I'm so glad that you finally made it here With the things you know now, that only time could tell Looking back, seeing far, landing right where we are And oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh, you're aging, oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh and I am aging, oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh, aren't we aging well?" <"Better Things", "You're Aging Well", Dar Williams>

To: 10K a day who wrote (7041)	2/23/2001 2:21:38 PM
From: HG	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13020

If I had Known If I had known what troubles you were bearing; What griefs were in the silence of your face; I would have been more gentle, and more caring, And tried to give you gladness for a space. I would have brought more warmth into the place, If I had known. If I had know what thoughts despairing drew you; (Why do we never try to understand ?) I would have lent a little friendship to you, And slipped my hand within your hand,’ And made your stay more pleasant in the land, If I had known. <MaryCarolyn Davies> *Long time....you don't love me anymore :-(

To: 10K a day who wrote (7041)	1/5/2003 11:38:22 AM
From: HG	Respond to of 13020

Dear Impristine, I'm writing this letter slow, because I know you cannot read fast. We don't live where we did when you left home. Your uncle read in the paper that most accidents happen 20 miles from your home, so we moved. I won't be able to send you the address as the last redneck who stayed here took the house numbers with them for their next house, so they wouldn't have to change their address. This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated right above the commode. I'm not sure it works too well. Last week I put in 3 shirts, pulled the chain and haven't seen them since. The weather here isn't too bad. It rained only twice last week. The first it rained for 3 days and second time for 4 days. The coat you wanted me to send you, your Aunt said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with all the metal buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pocket. Your uncle Sam has another job. He has 500 men under him. He is cutting the grass at the cemetery. Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it's a girl or a boy, so I don't know whether you are an Aunt or Uncle. Your uncle, Jack fell in a the nearby well. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off bravely and drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days. Your best friend, Harry, is no more. He died trying to fulfil his father's last wishes. His father had wished to be buried in the sea after he died. And your friend died while in the process of digging a grave for his father. There isn't much more news this time. Nothing much has happened. Love, HG P. S : I was going to send you some money but the envelope was sealed.

To: 10K a day who wrote (7041)	1/8/2003 2:49:44 AM
From: HG	Respond to of 13020

And I’d give up forever to touch you ‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be And I don’t want to go home right now And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life And sooner or later it’s over I just don’t want to miss you tonight. And I don’t want the world to see me ‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like it’s nothing And you bleed just to know you’re alive And I don’t want the world to see me ‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am *Hey.